Try Me feat. Goapele & Capitol A

4 views

Lyrics

Let a nigga try me, try me
 I'ma get him gone like Illuminati
 Cause we ain't playing up in Chicago
 30 make him yell like he a soprano
 Let a nigga try me, try me
 I'ma shoot his face like a picture ID
 Let them know that we ain't playing up in Chicago
 Lay them boys down like a lot of dominoes
 Pop a nigga frame like he was a garter
 Run up in his crib like Mr. Rogers
 Flip his ass quick put him in gymnastics
 Bitch we go to war like we being drafted
 Tell Lil Durk let's have a party with my lil shawtys
 We ain't getting drunk, but they bringing 40s
 I could murder with my fashion you niggas lacking
 About to drop a body feel like I'm contracting
 Better be rushing to the bank walking like a model
 Your man give me neck till I feel his tonsils
 My lil homie got the tech loaded for you bastards
 Bet he touch a nigga like say a pastor
 They say I be slaying on my Kim K, where my corset?
 Youngest bitch fucking up these streets like my name was North West
 My bitches don't want to talk like a case of strep throat
 We rather just get up on it, word to fucking Dej Loaf
 Bullets clear you out your 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 Ohhh
 Way to many niggas focused on
 Where I be at
 Who I be with
 And what I do
 Take your baby out like it was his born day
 Leave a pussy wet like we having foreplay
 I'm really having shit that's why bitches mad though
 Have you ever seen amounts longer than your zip code?
 I ain't never had a problem with spending Benjies
 Lean upon 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 upon the ground like we tossing quarters
 Talking all the 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 some 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 do not condone
 Swear to God
 The only thing I'm with and own

Audio Features

Song Details

Duration
05:10
Key
10
Tempo
93 BPM

Share

More Songs by J Boogie's Dubtronic Science"

Albums by J Boogie's Dubtronic Science"

Similar Songs