Sun Tzu

[Verse]
I be waking up like, "Hmm, which strap do I carry?"
'Cause any time and place this shit can get hairy
Two strains in the 'Wood, I let them marry
Pockets on Blue Lagoon, face buffed up like Larry
Now my fit looking polished, crud getting demolished
Irene said she needs a fix, I told her ass I'm on it
I be flying to the sales, going faster than a comet
All my fiends getting scrambled and folded like omelets
I treat my art like war, you can call me "Sun Tzu"
45 on my hip, 38 in my shoe
Bitch, I'm sick but I don't got the flu
I'll pull up and serve a fiend real quick like Apu
You can even ask Irene, I pull up right on queue
I told Cam the drank was real, it was off a couple hues
I was laughing from that deal, skating off with the blues
That shit couldn't be me 'cause I don't choose to lose
I'm on my way to Meijer, about to cop a script
I be writing manuscripts and getting scripts flipped
I couldn't cut your hair but I can get you clipped
Seen a ham flashing, made a call, and got him stripped
Try and run off on me? I'll put you in a crip
I'm relaxed with the hoes but on my custos, I'm strict
Big guns, I bust those, watch me dump out the clip
I had to put the seats down just to get it in the whip
You said you wanna live this life but I don't got a doubt
But we wanna make some money, you're tryna get some clout
I have convos with people you have convos about
Limping from my left pocket, I don't got no gout
Whenever I'm on a track just know I'm talking nifty
I think your girl the feds, she said she wanna frisk me
She already gave up her hole but I'll give you nine like 50
I wanna live crispy so I gotta play it risky
Whenever I look at your clique all I see is some sissies
The drum holds fifty, I call it "Ulysses"
I'll pull up on your girl and take my shirt off like Gibby
When I'm alone with a bitch we strip down to the skiddies
I'm sweet on the move like some runny honey
I'll take a bitch to the BNB and stuff her face, chubby bunny
You on the 'Gram flexing rolls but it's funny money
I'm on the 'Gram making plays 'cause I love the money
I'm on my P's and Q's when I hear a beat drop
Sweet talking all the hoes is about to make my teeth rot
When hoes hit Sweet spot, I hit hoes' sweet spot
Bend your girl like a pretzel, made her scream like a teapot
My name ain't "Meek" but I sure need a mil' though
You sound scared to make money, y'all are soft like some pillows
About to head down south, run up a bag in Amarillo
And buy my bitch a Gucci bag made from armadillo