Try Me (Freestyle)

Let a nigga try me (try me)

Put a hundred on his head thats a maserati

See me getting money wanna stand beside me

Bitch i ain't got no friends all i got is family

Be a episode of Martin if you niggas try me

Bruh man do you win or do you grimy

Or have my bitch Pam waiting in your lobby

You know she go hard she sleep with the Tommy

My little nigga Cole do this for a hobby

I tell him big Shirley that's a heavy body

All you niggas hoes, you don't petrify me

If we can't get to you, we hittin everybody

Let a nigga try me, try me

Bitch we servin' cake, come and get a nine piece

Yeah I keep my old dawg right beside me

Niggas 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 niggas loud but the strong quiet

My niggas knock off pounds like LeBron's diet

Ballin since doe or die was the anthem

Movin piles, runnin' suicides in the Phantom

Fuck 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 ???

Niggas fucked up the game when they let you geeks in

I should crossover cause all you niggas is reachin

Like these bitches want yo time first

I tell a ho you can keep your pussy, what's yo mind worth

All these niggas wanna shine first

Niggas want the top but nobody wanna climb first

Uh, I just multiply on these bastards

Niggas live in a box, you ain't gotta buy 'em a casket

Comin' from my hood it ain't very fun

How niggas get old fast but get buried young

And your city don't wanna see you fly

I rep us bitch, 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 nigga fly G-5

Hit a coach up, get 'em in the game

Finna post up, pivot in the lane

Niggas insane, I just get to this change

You fix your mouth just to say that ridiculous shit like a bitch, I eventually aim

Mention my name, ain't no bitch in my name

Look at me nigga 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

Bitch I'm every where but in the lame niggas eye sight

Or in a bitch niggas arm reach

Yeah me and ya bitch nigga we in Palm Beach

I got you cut from your girl in advance

But why would I give a fuck 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 niggas might hype you

But I'll put a period on your life cycle

Period. You a light cycle

Niggas spot you at the pad and they might wipe you

Bitch nigga adjust your volume

And save that tough talk for your album

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