Trick Me
I can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
I can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
I don't wanna sell you nothin', pussy nigga, talk is cheap
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
Boy, you might be a cop, you can't cop shit up off of me
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
Okay, I made 750 off a P
On the phone with Mr. Krabs, so I'm busy talking cheese
I don't fuck with white, I'm eating strictly off the weed
'Cause I know them folks tryna strip me off the streets
So I, tighten up, had to switch my license, bruh
And I know the drought coming, so I switch my prices up
I don't waste time so I lit my Breitling up
Why you niggas mad? Sammy Sosa, lighten up
And that skinny bitch you with, I can tell she tryna cut
If I put a baby in her, bet them hips'll widen up
You lame ass niggas can't get no 3-5 from us
Three point one four, 'cause you niggas pie as fuck, ayy
I can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
I can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
I don't wanna sell you nothin', pussy nigga, talk is cheap
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets (yeah)
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
Boy, you might be a cop, you can't cop shit up off of me (nah, 2Chainz)
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
A nigga shot me in the ankle and I ain't kill 'em, ya lucky
Nigga pulled a pistol on me and took my wallet, fuck it
Southside nigga, money long as Godby Road
Duffle Bag video was shot in front of Stop-N-Go
Dropped some racks at Avianne and I wore it out the store
Remember Aamaco and Optimo and riding candy coat
See these niggas try to play me off the streets, I can feel it
Hunnid thousand for a show so every ten shows that's a milli
Hey, dripping from the ceiling fuck it, look at nigga feeling
Told you last time this a V12, not a Hemi
Tity get it, I'ma get it, Tity get it, I'ma get it
Did ya listen? I just did it
I'm exquisite, bitch
I can't let you niggas trick me off the streets (alright)
I can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
I don't wanna sell you nothin', pussy nigga, talk is cheap (talk is cheap, ooh)
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets (nah)
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets (tell 'em)
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets
Boy, you might be a cop, you can't cop shit up off of me
Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets, ayy
Street, ayy
Street, ayy
"And many false prophets shall rise
And shall deceive many
Matthew 24:11"
Cyhi
Yeah, huh
I'm ten toes down, shoes glued to the pavement
Married to the streets, I know the rules of engagement
Moved with the tool and I knew they were hating
Niggas mad I rose out the blue like I'm Jalen
I can easily hit my goon with the payment
Let him do the job, this how I'm used to behaving
But they'll probably snitch and say they knew the assailant
They'll trade a cigarette and a Mountain Dew for a statement
And I can't do the state pen for none of y'all haters
I ain't in the convo if it don't involve paper, hard labor, huh
I eat with the partakers, habitual law breakers
Quick with the card capers, we dipped when the cops chased us
Pitchin' the soft, got niggas rich as a ball player, medicinal all flavors
To cover up the smell, we shipped it in wall paper, huh
Rip it open with a sharp razor, yeah
My OG turned his young Jedi to Darth Vader
A pound is an acre, they taught us to talk safer
And all my niggas strapped, get smoked like a Gar-Vega
While you chilling with your bitch, they'll pull up in broad day her
So do me this small favor, and listen to me wisely
When you're out here hustling, make sure you do it quietly
Let your 1911 .45 be your side piece
It's a thousand ways to die, so we ride with variety
And stay away from blow, unless they ask you for sobriety
That white girl'll always catch up to you like the Cosby's
'Cause they look at 'caine as a menace to society
So Craig, don't let Smokey get you smoked on a Friday