2 Tricky

I'm flashy like a camera peep the Proof in my delivery Sticking and moving I just be dancing On a tricky beat I'm Michael moon walkin y'all like Tito standing next to me Like breezy bitch I'll stomp the Fucking yard dont you step to me Or step correctly I treat Your soul Like an infinity stone, and I'm Collecting Im gloved, so back the f*ck up Or you'll be resting I had to make more direct for better Understanding So deep in my duffle, I slung it Over My shoulder and ripped it But f*ck it new burken New haters, they lurkin Upgraded, new version F*ck a pay roll, I'm tryna be paid for Rollin And I got friends with semi mac 10s They paid for blowing Like a lawn service They crackin sticks, chopping tips Then they bag it Kinda like that Reefer I just got the pak in It's vacuum pack seal Hit my plug he got deals I'm heating up, so just chill Too tricky, for real Tricky like keeping a lick you did to Be a mystery Or Tricky like flipping them sticky chickens like rotisserie Or Tricky convincing that fucking Rat to plead that 5th degree Or Tricky like getting that nigga Whacked while his in custody That shit is tricky And them backstabbing niggas is Why I keep the glizzy And all them backpacking niggas They need to be unzipping Bitch I'm big passing niggas can't get No speeding ticket Cause where I'm going my Destination will be on stage Not fascinated with workin no fuckin Minimum wage I'm tryna run up them millions while Also blowin haze I got that premium cookie, I'm off That Zookies Smell strong as hell Got em all looking Breaking they necks Just enough to where they look put a Crook in Man I swear I be cookin Give a brief intermission That's where I'm putting that hook in And like a fish that's out water Best believe that you're hooked in Tricky shit get a cushion The Catergory tricky Don't you trick me Quick to grip ya lip And buss' it like some dishes Lather, rinse it Niggas flip and trip like why I go Ballistic? Politicing all about my business Opps be steady listening Wonder how I'm winning Wonder why I'm grinning Wonder why I'm grinding Cause that pain be piling Money never syncing Plus I'm bleeding Out my heart I'm freezing But I'm not aneamic Cause that iron I'm squeezing Leave a nigga wheezing Leave his momma cryin Cause her son is dyin Now that nigga flyin So get back, get back They be leaving niggas crunch just like a Kit Kat, Kit Kat And I ain't tryna leaving this earth without them big racks, big racks I told my people watch the youngin work, relax, relax Imma take it to the highest like a Mufuckin relapse Imma grips what's mine and tell em Ain't no mufucking take backs And I ain't finna play but tell them Niggas run my playbacks So I can push them wraiths afford to Pay for brand new Maybachs