Trick Me (feat. 2 Chainz)

I can't let you niggas trick me off the streets I can't let you niggas trick me off the streets I don't wanna sell you nothin', pussy nigga talk is cheap Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets Boy you might be a cop, you can't cop shit up off of me Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets Ok I made 750 off a P On the phone with Mr. Krabs so I'm busy talking cheese I don't fuck with white I'm eating strictly off the weed Cause I know these folks tryna strip me off the streets So I, tighten up, had to switch my license, bruh And I know the drought coming so I switch my prices up I don't waste time so I lit my Breitling up Why you niggas mad, Sammy Sosa, lighten up And that skinny bitch you with, I can tell she tryna' cut If I put a baby in her, bet them hips'll widen up You lame ass niggas can't get no 3-5 from us Three point one four, cause you niggas pie as fuck, aye I can't let you niggas trick me off the streets I can't let you niggas trick me off the streets I don't wanna sell you nothin', pussy nigga talk is cheap Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets Boy you might be a cop, you can't cop shit up off of me Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets A nigga shot me in the ankle and I ain't kill 'em, ya lucky Pulled a pistol on me and took my wallet, fuck it Southside nigga money long as Godby Road Duffle Bag video was shot in front of Stop-N-Go Dropped some racks at Avianne and I wore it out the store Remember Aamaco and Optimo and riding candy coat See these niggas try to play me off the streets, I can feel it Hundred thousand for a show so every ten shows that's a milli Hey, dripping from the ceiling fuck it, look at nigga feeling Told you last time this a V12, not a Hemi Tity get it, I'mma get it, Tity get it, I'mma get it Did ya listen? I just did it, I'm exquisite bitch I can't let you niggas trick me off the streets I can't let you niggas trick me off the streets I don't wanna sell you nothin', pussy nigga talk is cheap Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets Boy you might be a cop, you can't cop shit up off of me Can't let you niggas trick me off the streets Street, aye Street, aye Street, aye... And many false prophets shall rise And shall deceive many Matthew 24:11 CyHi, yeah, huh I'm ten toes down shoes glued to the pavement Married to the streets, I know the rules of engagement Moved with the tool and I knew they were hating Niggas mad I rose out the blue like I'm Jalen I can easily hit my goon with the payment Let him do the job, this how I'm used to behaving They'll probably snitch and say they knew the assailant They'll trade a cigarette and a Mountain Dew for a statement And I can't do the state pen for none of ya'll haters I ain't in the convo if it don't involve paper, hard labor, huh Eat with the pall takers, habitual law breakers Quick with the card capers, we dipped when the cops chased us Pitchin' the soft got niggas rich as a ball player, medicinal all flavors To cover up the smell we shipped it in wall paper, uh Rip it open with a sharp razor, yeah My OG turned his young Jedi to Darth Vader A pound is an acre, they taught us to talk safer And all my niggas strapped, get smoked like a Gar- Vega While you chilling with your bitch that pull up in broad day her So do me a small favor, listen to me wisely When you're out here hustling, make sure you do it quietly Let your 1911 .45 be your side piece There's a thousand ways to die, so we ride with variety And stay away from blow, unless they ask you for sobriety That white girl will always catch up to you like the Cosby's Cause they look at 'caine as a menace to society So Craig, don't let Smokey get you smoked on a Friday