Ghosted X4 & Tennants - TRICKY 2

"Tennants come over here, yea your so tricky"
She really be sucking up to me ain't talking bout no hickey
Bitch I'm chasing for the cheese, huh like a mouse Mickey
And any outcome, huh yea that bitch sticky
Ooh
Fuck it yea
Aye
Ghosted
Tennants, aye
She came over, she did the motion
Stop talking and all this commotion
See Tennants sipping on that potion
Laying by the beach
Your bitch got that lotion
She came over, she did the motion
Stop talking and all this commotion
See Tennants sipping on that potion
Laying by the beach
Your bitch got that lotion
Laying by the beach, yea it's nice
See me chilling, got all this ice
You gon need some fixing no rice
Feeling like the president
Yea not vice
I'm in your hair, feeling like some lice
Put a bag on his head, fuck the price
Fucked that bitch like twice
Life is a game, roll the dice
Aye
Coming in with Tricky 2
Always smoking on that glue
I stay rocking with my crew
I don't know, who are you?
You don't got that blue
I thought that you had grew
But your still a fool
I'm still above all you
Never ever gonna spoon
That shit is just for goons
I'll hit her at the moon
Fuck that ima take a shroom
Just be chilling in my room
Making money, making loons
Finna go and drop soon
Cuz you know that is the move
Then I'll go eat up my food
Its never Vicky's though
Still shoutout Tricky 1
I might pull up with the gang
And we gonna have some fun
Smoking on the gas so loud
That you can hear the sound
I'm finna smoke up on the green
That I'll be on the ground
Finna go and sip some lean
Then go and drop more sounds
You know I wasn't lost I can't be found
I leave a body on the ground
This shit is looking like a mound
I'm doing doggy like a hound
She came over, she did the motion
Stop talking and all this commotion
See Tennants sipping on that potion
Laying by the beach
Your bitch got that lotion
Spitting tricky once again
See me fucking on her friend
Like class you gotta attend
Yea that cash I like to spend
Making this shit uh
Not a trend
Fuck it, full send
Oh no, this the dead end
You can't even pretend that...
You don't depend on me
You don't depend on me
Smoking on this green
See me vibing with the team
Got my fit on yea it's clean
Spitting rhymes, they so mean
Me and Ghosted spray with the beam
Bitch!
Aye I've just been holding on
This bitch yea she been going off
Don't know what is going on
I guess that there is something wrong
Not a book, its a song
One nite through, all nite long
Calling me dear? Like I am a fawn
Feelings all died yea they will not spawn

Written by:
Adam Tennant, Micah Gorsline

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