Tricky

You know what the fuck it is, nigga

Check

Born rebel, sold fire to the devil

Hustles, I got several

Step a press of Louis on Benz pedals (Skrrt)

Pocket full of clear baggies with the pebbles

Austrian medal, all my thoughts on how to finesse you (Baow)

Shop right, I'll knock some points off on the next two (Uh-huh)

I took a lot of risks just to blow chips on my nephew (I did)

I'm playing, plot, strategize my next move

High on the jet fuel, use my shorty as a mule

Shit'll go cool, put my soul on the Pro Tools

When you change, they want the old you

But whеn the money grow, you gotta grow too (Uh-huh)

Stupid niggas pose for thе feds watching they social (Stupid)

Keep everything low, I'm just here to collect my total

Snakes in the grass, I toe tag, lawn mow you

We motioneers, post the weird niggas ain't nowhere close to (Fuck outta here)

Was deep in the dirt, ten toes, and now I'm global

We were starving, now the bowl full

Homie, the dough rules

Everything around me, everywhere from Detroit to Kings County

Put so much work on the scale, the plug proud of me (Uh-huh)

They doubted me, funny now I'm living out my wildest dreams

Weighed all of my sins on a triple beam

Got it on my own, nobody made a way for me (Nah)

Caught a wave and now I'm speeding in the AMG (Skrrt)

Keep the blicky with the laser beam

Shit get real tricky if you play with me

Got it on my own, nobody made a way for me (Nah)

Caught a wave and now I'm speeding in the AMG (Skrrt)

Keep the blicky with the laser beam

Shit get real tricky if you play with me

Uh, only money, piles arouse me

Got it all out of Cutty's nostril

The white girl hit like Ronda Rousey

Pricks drop a lot of shit, but it's lousy

They know the squad lit, so they imitating our steeze (You niggas trash)

But it's done poorly

My shit raw like war report

Fuck you thought? That's why they all applaud me

We pour liquor on the floor for the gone G's

Tryna open doors, had to get my palms on keys (Uh-huh)

Took risks to speed in a luxury car seat (I did)

It's sports entertainment, job, drugs, or the army

Make a choice, the path I chose was unorthodox

From drugs to being an author, why my thoughts can make enormous bops

Put holes in my foes

Buy poles and give a warning shot

Cold heart under my clothes, still hold the door to cock

But that's all it's getting, don't try to double back

'Cause I'm lit, corny bitch, you never saw the vision (Fuck outta here)

Now worldwide they praise the God, this is our religion

Go super hard, I could've been cornered off in a prison

Instead, I'm running up the bread from New York to Lisbon

She gave me head, and said her dreams came to fruition

A witch bitch saw it all in a premonition

Said I complete the mission and ball, no bullshit

Uh-huh