Video Trickem Y Treatem de Young Thug 2025 Cristiana Lyrics

Young Thug - Trickem Y Treatem Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Huh?
Hundred racks in all hundreds, but it ain't shit sweet, nigga
You know all my niggas play for keeps, nigga
We trick ’em after we treat 'em niggas
Make a bad slime bitch [?]

[Chorus: Young Thug]
We gon' treat ’em and trick 'em
We gon' treat 'em and trick 'em
We gon' treat 'em and trick 'em
Zero bucks for the bodies
We gon’ treat ’em and trick 'em
We gon’ treat 'em and trick 'em
We gon' treat ’em and trick 'em
Zero bucks for the bodies

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I bought a Bentley, now she going swimming
Plus she can get Howard this ain't [?]
Ain't talking no mixtape but these fuck niggas envy
I leave them in ditches, I fuck on they bitches and you know that YSL with it
I'm done
Si-Sike, you know that I'm never gon' end it, have fun
She wanna fuck on Ferragamo, you know that's my bro, and I'm buying two guns
No 1's
I'm throwing all hundreds in equals trust funds [?]
My gun, I got me two sons and I fuck on they mom's
Hit nic' with your bitch, club later
I ain't talking candy, but I am a jawbreaker
You think it's sweet, I'm gon' send you to meet your maker
Put a hole in your head like you's a picture
[Chorus: Young Thug]
We gon' treat 'em and trick 'em
We gon' treat 'em and trick 'em
We gon' treat 'em and trick 'em
Zero bucks for the bodies
We gon' treat 'em and trick 'em
We gon' treat 'em and trick 'em
We gon' treat 'em and trick 'em
Zero bucks for the bodies

[Verse 2: Stefano Ferragamo]
YSL lifestyle, we gon' treat 'em and trick 'em
If you got a hundred bands, we gon' flee 'em and flick 'em
Tell my nigga go get 'em, tell my nigga go hit 'em
If he got a hundred birds, you know guys spilled 'em
[?] go get it, we slime through bussiness
Queen Slime with me, we serving them chickens
Hundred racks on me, you can see it through my britches
[?] no penny pintching
YSL fly, money all mine
Scraping every nickle, dropping them dimes
We'll leave your ass flat, Thug in the back
Goons on set, scream rat attack

[Chorus: Young Thug]
We gon' treat 'em and trick 'em
We gon' treat 'em and trick 'em
We gon' treat 'em and trick 'em
Zero bucks for the bodies
We gon' treat 'em and trick 'em
We gon' treat 'em and trick 'em
We gon' treat 'em and trick 'em
Zero bucks for the bodies
[Verse 3: [?]]
I gotta a bag from the pimp, white candy and I jump [?]
Now I'm feeling like a [?]
Y'all better understand it if you did with some [?] nigga [?]
Nada, I just tell her to holla
When she holla and take you to the room we come to follow
Nar-Narco [?] real shottas, with choppers
And when we hungry fo' dollars we [?] like Oscar
Oscar, better get the [?] nobody safe
They better be [?] if they ain't, end up missin', shoutout Big Bang
Black hooddie'd in, meet my strap, I kill 'em in style
No trial, like how? 'Cause the body could never be found
That's how you treat 'em 'fore you trick 'em
And [?] go to the mall
Now worry 'bout the law, 'cause a nigga too wild
YSL, Ferragamo got together, oh Lord
[?] take 'em off
Hey BNG don't let that nigga get far
And if a nigga get far, I'mma hit 'em where they [?]
[?]

[Outro]
[?]
What you see, what you did, but it ain't what you saw
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