Try Me (Freestyle) lyrics

Let a n*gga try me (try me)
Put a hundred on his head thats a maserati
See me getting money wanna stand beside me
b*tch i ain't got no friends all i got is family
Be a episode of Martin if you n*ggas try me
Bruh man do you win or do you grimy
Or have my b*tch Pam waiting in your lobby
You know she go hard she sleep with the Tommy
My little n*gga Cole do this for a hobby
I tell him big Shirley that's a heavy body
All you n*ggas hoes, you don't petrify me
If we can't get to you, we hittin everybody
Let a n*gga try me, try me
b*tch we servin' cake, come and get a nine piece
Yeah I keep my old dawg right beside me
n*ggas front like they a menace, then they turn to Chauncey

[Verse 1]

Uh, speaking a Chauncey I run the bill up
Once I'm in my groove, you screwed, that's a Philip's
Hell yeah, I got up, and I'm still up
Pop enough Belaire to wake Uncle Phil up
Weak n*ggas loud but the strong quiet
My n*ggas knock off pounds like LeBron's diet
Ballin since doe or die was the anthem
Movin piles, runnin' suicides in the Phantom
f*ck it, I think the 'Rari more sick
Squares about to push my button like Atari joy stick
I go range on the weekend, cease like a wheat thin
Faded ???
n*ggas f*cked up the game when they let you geeks in
I should crossover cause all you n*ggas is reachin
Like these b*tches want yo time first
I tell a ho you can keep your pus*y, what's yo mind worth
All these n*ggas wanna shine first
n*ggas want the top but nobody wanna climb first
Uh, I just multiply on these bast*rds
n*ggas live in a box, you ain't gotta buy 'em a casket
Comin' from my hood it ain't very fun
How n*ggas get old fast but get buried young
And your city don't wanna see you fly
I rep us b*tch, not me or I
When the crown equals my G ride
Play ball or part three, that's Douglas Projects, Eastside
Fans like the more they see, I dropped the mixtape G-5
Six years later, got another deal, now a n*gga fly G-5
Hit a coach up, get 'em in the game
Finna post up, pivot in the lane
n*ggas insane, I just get to this change
You fix your mouth just to say that ridiculous sh*t like a b*tch, I eventually aim
Mention my name, ain't no b*tch in my name
Look at me n*gga I figure you'd be inspired by all these riches and fame
Name in the bright lights but y'all ain't get the hype right
b*tch I'm every where but in the lame n*ggas eye sight
Or in a b*tch n*ggas arm reach
Yeah me and ya b*tch n*gga we in Palm Beach
I got you cut from your girl in advance
But why would I give a f*ck if the worlds in my hands
Grippin the steering wheel of the rafe
She said a girl chill at her place
I said we can all ride baby, you know you need a third wheel when you race
Homie, I know these loud n*ggas might hype you
But I'll put a period on your life cycle
Period. You a light cycle
n*ggas spot you at the pad and they might wipe you
b*tch n*gga adjust your volume
And save that tough talk for your album
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