Trickery - Retch

Gotta keep it on me, nigga, I ain’t with the trickery

Gotta keep a stick-up man, turn 'em into history

Still be in the field 'cause I ain’t fuckin' with the industry

I been bustin' seals, private room right at The Embassy

I don’t fuck with niggas, 'cause these niggas, they be cancerous

Just was servin' hand-to-hand and tryna duck the cameras

Lot been goin' on, it’s why we pourin' all these Fantas up

On so many drugs and I’m surprised that I be standin' up

I just took a Perky, now I’m back up in my element

You move funny, so my ties, I gotta sever it

Gotta watch these hoes, because these bitches, they be devilish

We will come and shoot your fuckin' block up like some terrorists

Still’ll fuck a ratchet, but my baby, she got etiquette

The struggle, that’s what made me so for real, I gotta cherish it

Go another 'nother million, thank God, ain’t gon' never forget

'Cause niggas turn to ghosts, when this life shit, it get serious

You gotta stack up the money

'Cause that shit can really get ugly, huh

Gotta play smart in the jungle, huh

Run up a sack and don’t fumble, huh

Mad 'cause we shot at his cousin, huh

Know that he love him but fuck him, huh

No, we ain’t goin' for nothin'

Hop out this bitch, get to bustin', huh, real

Gotta keep it on me, nigga, I ain’t with the trickery

Gotta keep a stick-up man, turn 'em into history

Still be in the field 'cause I ain’t fuckin' with the industry

I been bustin' seals, private room right at The Embassy

I don’t fuck with niggas, 'cause these niggas, they be cancerous

Just was servin' hand-to-hand and tryna duck the cameras

Lot been goin' on, it’s why we pourin' all these Fantas up

On so many drugs and I’m surprised that I be standin' up

We swingin' hammers, bitch, we leavin' candles lit

That nigga got the word his man got hit, he best go handle it

No blamin' shit, can’t slide with hot boys 'cause them hoes be jammin' shit,

we whammin' shit

We shot the porch up, leaved him on the bannister

And if a rapper’s tryna beef then fuck a killers

The job’s still hit the block, be with my mans and them

Yeah, that my fam and them

All these rappers talk Amiri jeans, got several pairs of them

But difference, got it out the trap, so that be where I’m wearin' them

Gang it up, let’s get it

Man in my trap

I was just gettin' that money like several different ways

Call you right back

I’m out in traffic, got drugs in the whip, tryna catch me a play

Hit her from the back

I dick her down through the night, in the morning she callin' me bae

Play with them gats

You could get shot in the street in the middle the motherfuckin' day, for real

Gotta keep it on me, nigga, I ain’t with the trickery

Gotta keep a stick-up man, turn 'em into history

Still be in the field 'cause I ain’t fuckin' with the industry

I been bustin' seals, private room right at The Embassy

I don’t fuck with niggas, 'cause these niggas, they be cancerous

Just was servin' hand-to-hand and tryna duck the cameras

Lot been goin' on, it’s why we pourin' all these Fantas up

On so many drugs and I’m surprised that I be standin' up