Try Me (Remix)

Let a nigga try me, try me

I'm a get him gone like illuminati

Cause we ain't playin up in chicago

30 Make him yell like he in soprano

Oooh let a nigga try me, try me

I'm a shoot his face like a picture I.d

Let him know that we ain't playin up in chicago

Lay them boys down like a lot of dominoes

Pop a nigga frame like he was a garter

Run in his crib like mr. Rogers

Flip his ass quick put him in gymnastics

Bitch we can go to war like we being drafted

Tell lil durk let's have a party with my lil shortys

We ain't getting drunk but they bringing 40s

I can murder with my fashion you niggas lackin

Bouta drop a body feel like I'm contracting

Better be rushing to the bank walking like a model

Yo man give me neck til' I feel his tonsils

My lil homie got the tech loaded for you bastards

Bet he touch a nigga like say a pastor

Bitch I be slayin on my kim k where my corpse at?

Youngest bitch fuckin up these streets like my name was north west

My bitches don't wanna talk like a case of strep throat

We rather just get up on it word to fuckin dej loaf

Bullets clear you out yo brain now you need a mentor

Blow a nigga down like he in a windstorm

All I do is say the word they be running over

Kill a nigga in a week call it that ebola

And ooh

Way too many niggas focused on

Where I be at, who I be with and what I do

Take ya baby out like it was his born day

Leave her pussy wet like we having foreplay

I'm really having shit that's why bitches mad tho?

Have you ever seen amounts longer than ya zip code?

I ain't never had a problem with spending benjis

Lean up on myself, rest in peace to pimp c

Got a pocket full of notes

Pay my shooter like d rose

I could blow a couple g's

Racked up no double d's

May give him a taste, nigga like muhammad

He say it's the bomb but I'm not islamic

You know I'm from the chi where they bang corners

Heads up on the ground like we tossing quarters

Talking all that tough shit, that rough shit

You gone stumble up and get fucked with

Can't roll with these weak hoes

These niggas sweeter than duck lips

Pulled up in that tinted truck

They gone smoke something like ganja

Doing all that dickriding, you still driving that hummer

I'm offended, stop pretending

I don't play about my blood like a diabetic

Fuck niggas, something I don't condone

Swear to God, the only thing I'm waiting on