Risky

[Intro]
Shit be gettin' risky (Ayy, Tre, we on now)
Gang
Let's go

[Chorus]
I can't go nowhere without my blicky, shit be gettin' wicked
Ayy, I'll cut your hands off if they sticky, shit be gettin' risky
Uh, I can't trust no nigga that be cappin', shit be seemin' fishy (Nah)
Ayy, he was talkin' all that on the 'net until he seen the glizzy (What?)
Pop, hundred-round drum in the yop
Ayy, nah, I won't never talk to the cops (Shh)
Ayy, I don't even take pictures with no guns, but whenever I do, I say it's a prop
Uh, bitch sucked dick, had to tell her to stop
Yeah, she tryna give me her head, her top (Ugh)
Ayy, go ask thе opps, they know how I rock
Ayy, they know I'm strapped еverywhere with a Glock (No cap)

[Verse]
Ayy, I feel like DMX, call up my dogs, bitch, I'm finna send a threat (I'm finna send a bomb)
Uh, niggas be talkin' all this money shit, but niggas ain't gettin' no check (No cap)
Ayy, niggas be playin' 'round with a ten, but I seen ten times that (A hundred)
Uh, nigga wasn't payin' attention while in traffic, next thing you know he wrecked (Boom)
Ayy, next thing you know he whacked
He dead in the car, he was sendin' a text
He on his phone until I came out of the window and hit that boy, now he stretched
Ayy, might hit the mall and go get fly as a bitch, so fly that you can't get next
Ayy, boy, you can't even stand close to a nigga, I'm so fresh that you can't sit next to me
I'm probably somewhere walkin' 'round with that ARP on me (With the fifty)
Or the Glock 23 on me (Or the thirty)
I know niggas who out to rob, probably out tryna scheme on me
Ayy, so much on ice on me, got so much bling on me (Ice)
Ayy, I dare a nigga to try to reach for any chain on me, I'm burnin' shit like third degree (Shh, bah)

[Chorus]
I can't go nowhere without my blicky, shit be gettin' wicked (Nah)
Ayy, I'll cut your hands off if they sticky, shit be gettin' risky (Ugh)
Uh, I can't trust no nigga that be cappin', shit be seemin' fishy
Ayy, he was talkin' all that on the 'net until he seen the glizzy (What?)
Pop, hundred-round drum in the yop
Ayy, nah, I won't never talk to the cops
Ayy, I don't even take pictures with no guns, but whenever I do, I say it's a prop
Uh, bitch sucked dick, had to tell her to stop
Yeah, she tryna give me her head, her top
Ayy, go ask the opps, they know how I rock
Ayy, they know I'm strapped everywhere with a Glock