I got shooters if you try me, if you fuckin try me
Pussy niggas try me, come on, fuckin try me
I rip... , bitch just come and try me
Take a nap cause nigga coming... Back
...
I got bodies, I got bodies cause they tried to try me
I got bodies, I got bodies cause they tried to try me

I got shooters on the block nigga
Yet they somewhere on they bullshit
I got the city on standby
I green light either they come up out the poor pit
Pull up in that white thing
... Choppers in the trunk full of white paint
... I be out your price range
For the money, gets hot like a knife game
When I'm finished they get to this bitch
... Give me some nice brains
I can't lie this test is so stupid
Like who the fuck gave up this nice frame
Still the truth nigga, remember that
I'm in this Ford, no ceiling,... That
Our pockets low but I ain't talking...
Flyer's the first that get thrown
I will not get off my throne
When they come to my streets I am king
Get the fuck out my home

Got shooters in the bando, that's a loony like commando
Add the bitch to the payroll, cause she know how to put grams in her a-hole
I'ma talk to you when the case closed, and before I lay it down, I'ma lay low
I pour lean in oj, no Mayo, I'ma drink that lil bitch like Faygo
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Try Me Lyrics

Trae Tha Truth – Try Me Lyrics

Songwriters: ANDRE ROBERTSON CARNELL, ERIC DUGGAR MARQUISE
Try Me lyrics © NW ROYALTY CONSULTING, LLC.

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