Try Ya Luck lyrics

[Intro: Quelly Woo]
(Zito, this sh*t wicked, brodie)
Huh, like
Hold on, yeah, like
Huh, huh, huh, yeah
Huh, gllah-gllah-gllah
Huh, hold on
Yeah

[Chorus: Quelly Woo & Set da Trend]
Setty, pass me the Rah, got me higher (It do)
This .40 gon' sing like a choir (Uh-huh)
Spin your block like a dryer
Then wet it up like a firefighter (Gllah, gllah)
TP, pass me the Lu, Rah ain't bustin' enough (Lu-Lu)
Think I'm lackin', you see me, you better just duck
Up in Clocc with a hundred, I'm coolin' with Dupp'
Tryna run up, try your luck (Try your luck)

[Verse 1: Set da Trend]
Send him to AJ, we gon' fly him up (Fly him up)
Do him like JT, tryna wrap him up
Cap in your raps, we know that you a bluff
(Cap in your raps, we know that you a bluff)

[Verse 2: Fr33Bandit]
Call up Setty, bro pass me the knocker
If he throw up the GD, you know I'ma drop it
Smooch wanna rump, now I'm gettin' inside her
Can't love her, I only one-night her
I'm punchin' my lungs, sh*t gettin' me higher
If it's up then it's stuck, pull up, like a diaper
E Roy in the cut, long range like a sniper
Shorty my type, she dead think I like her
[Verse 3: Quelly Woo]
We goin' up, like a hiker
Up the chop', pass it like a cypher
Duppy the 'ooter, no hesi', gon' fire (Gllah, gllah)
He talkin' hot, put that boy on a flyer
Used to be bummy, now a n*gga flyer (Flyer)
I'm the man totin' on the iron (Iron), no Tony Stark
Move lowkey like Kent, no Clark, like (Like)
Setty wit' me get a n*gga parked (Parked), no Rosa (Rosa), like
Feelin' lucky, four-leaf clover, gun jam, run him over (Over)

[Verse 4: Set da Trend & Fr33Bandit]
I ain't shootin' from deep, I'ma walk up, get closer
So many deads, who the f*ck I'ma roll up?
Said that you spinnin', but you never showed up
Know I'm droppin' the fours, we do not get jiggy
Poppin' the Yellow, he got popped
How many n*ggas done died on your block?
Smokin' Jiggy Man pops, know I do that a lot
Smokin' Jiggy Man pops, yeah, I do it a lot

[Verse 5: Fr33Bandit]
Like, what? Off a Perc', got me bustin'
Step in the party, I turn up the function
He a opp, we gon' rush him
Bro got a broomstick, he gon' dust him
Ass fat, can't control it
Make it bounce, then she roll it
Love handles, let me hold it
Get her wetter and wet when I stroke it
Goin' deep when I swim in your ocean
Don't run, like, "Girl, where you goin'?"
Touch your toes, slow motion
When I'm in it I can't lose focus
[Chorus: Quelly Woo & Set da Trend]
Setty, pass me the Rah, got me higher (It do)
This .40 gon' sing like a choir (Uh-huh)
Spin your block like a dryer
Then wet it up like a firefighter (Gllah, gllah)
TP, pass me the Lu, Rah ain't bustin' enough (Lu-Lu)
Think I'm lackin', you see me, you better just duck
Up in Clocc with a hundred, I'm coolin' with Dupp'
Tryna run up, try your luck (Try your luck)

[Outro: Quelly Woo & Set da Trend]
Gllah-gllah-gllah-gllah (Like, what?)
Like, try your luck (Luck)
TP, walk up, just dump (Uh-huh, ah)
Setty wit' me, he totin' the–, uh (Gllah, gllah)
Bandit wit' me, he totin' the–, uh