Try Me (Remix)

Try Me (Remix) Lyrics

(Hook x2)
Try me, you get bodied
Boy, I see you hooked to an IV
And I ain't playn with nobody
f**k around and I'mma catch a hami
(Verse: Cassidy)
I'm cocky cuz I'm Rocky
Watch me, diamonds flashin' - Paparazzi
I ain't on the radio sellin' copies
Cuz I ain't tryna join Illuminati
My posy murderer - Gatti
If they live, they gon' sing like that chick Ashanti
We can go to war if you try to rob me
My goons ready to die, yeah, they kamikaze
I come with the handgun or the shotties
I keep the sh*t with me like I pour the ?
I'll advise you not to try me
Cuz the Ford got kick like a new karate
b**ches go to shop to get better bodies
Instagram a liar, ask that nigga Kaze
I'm on that pat run, I'm on the molly
With chub smokin' bud that come straight from Cali
f**k a trap house, I was in the alley
Throwin' fiends the rock like a f**kin' olly
Oh, I shoot Techs if you try to follow me
That's why these rappers mock the sun like the Wall-E
I got keys and pints of sour weed
Cuz I push weight but don't go to balleys
It's Mr. Chicken, ask about me
I put one in each yo hand, we can get to scalping
I'm outtie
(Hook x2)
Try me, you get bodied
Boy, I see you hooked to an IV
And I ain't playn with nobody
f**k around and I'mma catch a hami
(Verse 2: Chubby Jag)
I'm official with the pistol, catch a nigga slippin'
I been on the pimp for bad b**ch cuz niggas trickin'
I be chef in the kitchen with the chickens with me
Me and Cas' like The Bull and like Scotty Pimpin'
And we ballin', tellin' you that we ballin'
You niggas can't get a shot up, heroin on the block
All you niggas is gettin' shot up
Outta town and informant, it's crazy how you niggas got up
Bodies is in the trunk, we just lettin' you niggas rot up
I neva follow nothin' but I still let the lead lead
K-shot, face-shot, shootin' till his head bleedin'
Pigeon Coupe, look at all the birds that my bread feed
Connected, one call will send you with the dead G-s
Shout out to the crips, all my nigga red sleeve
I tell em FEDs leave, you give em what the FEDs need
The last squeeze, you get shot finna squeal
Spazz out, pass out, like you drive for a drill
Automatic, everybody on yo block'll get killed
Yeah, your bullet in the Glock will get spilled
In that top will get drilled
Box and the dreamer on the fantasy ride
It's hard to quit and gas enemy lies
True sh*t tho, true schizo, your whole family died
I'm cuttin' off all yo family ties
Catch a murder case, a murder face, nigga
Tell em get a murder tape
One shot, kill a nigga, trust is on a murder tape
(Hook x2)
Try me, you get bodied
Boy, I see you hooked to an IV
And I ain't playn with nobody
f**k around and I'mma catch a hami