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Trick Bag
531
Hip-Hop/Rap
Trick Bag was released on January 23, 2026 by PIMPIRE RECORDS / MARCI ENTERPRISES as a part of the album 656
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Album656
Release DateJanuary 23, 2026
LabelPIMPIRE RECORDS / MARCI ENTERPRISES
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roc Marciano
Roc Marciano
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rahkeim Meyer
Rahkeim Meyer
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rahkeim Meyer
Rahkeim Meyer
Recording Engineer
Quiet Luxury
Quiet Luxury
Producer
Boone McElroy
Boone McElroy
Mastering Engineer
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

How they fly
Pimp's sad shit, ****
You know what the fuck I mean
Yeah, yeah, yo
From quarter waters to cut water
Your overlaw warm up water
This custom order, you can't get it on Mr. Porter
The engine roaring in the Porsche, the spoiler
Nuggets with the big 50 pointers
Picture broke **** giving me pointers
Y2C on the 2C, skate out of Gucci like Christy Yamaguchi
Flip you like a samurai Suzuki
I've been nice since Iceberg, shirts to Snoopy
Shoes to Berluti, my knife work a thing of beauty
We leave you in the 2C to bleed profusely
Goofy, we be serving loose on the roof
Dust juice and a Lucy, who slipped you a roofie?
Cougar tried to put roots on me, but I'm not a newbie
Could've been a QB, how she do the coochie
Jet beauty of the week and Emilio Pucci
But now I'm Gucci
Now I'm Gucci
Now I'm Gucci, baby
656, no, matter how thick, thou shalt not trick
Yeah, uh, don't lie without yo
656, no, matter how thick, thou shalt not trick
Uh, he buys you time out
Those bright, sparkling time out
All eyes for me, baby
Yeah, yeah, uh, straight up
Let it breathe some, uh
Yeah, ****, yeah
Six, 56, baby, yo
I bust my first shot and the jugs trotted on foot
Threw the hammer in the lot full of trucks
The job was washed up
Bopped a rock body wash, hun, but I'm not washed up
Diamond cluster, fuck, more rocks in the wash
Them bum **** rhymin' on a posse cut
The Istiaki bomb was ox blood
I promise you, bruh, that's not the pollen you want
You're not with the drama, I'm trying to trauma dump
Fuck up the fine, uh
Chanel, Elmer Fudd, look better when I hunt
I seen a chump in a cut, threw a emerald cut
Hit the indica, flawless hit, it was a beginner's luck
I will send you up on the wings of love
Burn my fingers on the sun
Fly your Caesar cut up to kingdom come
Blast your arms, you're king of talk
Six, 56, ****, yeah
Six, 56, no, matter how thick, thou shalt not trick
Six, 56, no, matter how thick, thou shalt not trick
He buys your time out
Those bright, sparkling time out
But believe me
Written by: Rahkeim Meyer
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