Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trickery, artist - Retch. Album song Richer Than The Opps, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fastmoney
Song language: English
Trickery |
| 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 |