Tricky

It's getting tricky in my city

Truth is that you **** ain't fuckin' with me

I see these **** starin' when a **** pop out

But they don't say nothin' to me

You see my shoes, they Loub' or Gucc'

Remember you bitches was frontin' on me

Dare you to run up, better move or boom

You **** ain't takin' nothin' from me

It's getting tricky in my city

Truth is that you **** ain't fuckin' with me

I see these **** starin' when a **** pop out

But they don't say nothin' to me

You see my shoes they Loub' or Gucc'

Remember you bitches was frontin' on me

Dare you to run up, better move or boom

You **** ain't takin' nothin' from me

I waited my turn, now I think it's my time

That I put my city in a chokehold

Them **** sneak diss on my name

Then ask me for features 'cause they don't want no smoke

I know that my **** is comin'

You know that they comin', my ****, it's no joke

We ain't playin' those games, it's no joke

I know that you **** don't want smoke

I got a snake on my sneaker

I'm makin' more money than my teacher

It's game time, screamin' "We gon' ball"

Remember I sat up on the bleachers

Wherever I go they screamin' my name

And playing my tunes on the speakers

Fuck all of them bitches who curved and got on my nerves

Now all of them some eaters

It's getting tricky in my city

Truth is that you **** ain't fuckin' with me

I see these **** starin' when a **** pop out

But they don't say nothin' to me

You see my shoes, they Loub' or Gucc'

Remember you bitches was frontin' on me

Dare you to run up, better move or boom

You **** ain't takin' nothin' from me

It's getting tricky in my city

Truth is that you **** ain't fuckin' with me

I see these **** starin' when a **** pop out

But they don't say nothin' to me

You see my shoes, they Loub' or Gucc'

Remember you bitches was frontin' on me

Dare you to run up, better move or boom

You **** ain't takin' nothin' from me

I do the Gucci, the Louis

I do the Fendi, no Prada

My **** gon' run it up

We gon' fuck it up, focused up on the dollars

If you get in the way of that paper

My **** gon' run in your crib to your momma

We be dressed up like a Taliban

My ****, they move like Osama

Any store with drip, any store with sauce

Run in that store, I don't care what it cost

I turned myself to a motherfuckin' boss

I told my **** that we all gon' ball, yeah

We gettin' that shit that we couldn't afford, yeah

Yeah yeah

It's getting tricky in my city

Truth is that you **** ain't fuckin' with me

I see these **** starin' when a **** pop out

But they don't say nothin' to me

You see my shoes, they Loub' or Gucc'

Remember you bitches was frontin' on me

Dare you to run up, better move or boom

You **** ain't takin' nothin' from me

It's getting tricky in my city

Truth is that you **** ain't fuckin' with me

I see these **** starin' when a **** pop out

But they don't say nothing to me

You see my shoes, they Loub' or Gucc'

Remember you bitches was frontin' on me

Dare you to run up, better move or boom

You **** ain't takin' nothin' from me