Trickery Lyrics

[Intro]
This is that LoudPack

[Chorus]
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 f*ckin' with the industry
I been bustin' seals, private room right at The Embassy
I don't f*ck 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

[Verse 1]
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 f*ckin' block up like some terrorists
Still'll f*ck 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 f*ck him, huh
No, we ain't goin' for nothin'
Hop out this bitch, get to bustin', huh, real

[Chorus]
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 f*ckin' with the industry
I been bustin' seals, private room right at The Embassy
I don't f*ck 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

[Verse 2]
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 f*ck 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 motherf*ckin' day, for real

[Chorus]
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 f*ckin' with the industry
I been bustin' seals, private room right at The Embassy
I don't f*ck 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

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