Try me ft. FatBoy626 & dro2broke Lyrics

Yeah

Aye

Let a nigga try me

Yeah we got 4-5 glocks ridin' grimey

Let that fuck nigga try me

Bitch I'm grimey

I'm married to the game fuck no

You ain't trying me

Like why that nigga hate?

Why that nigga tryna show love?

And why does it feel like he other day

You just swiched up

And yes I confront em

Never had nun

And I really thought I loved you

But I knew that I was dumb

Aye

Really posted on the block

With dem K's and Drakes

If a nigga wanna get it in

Man he know where I stay

Yes we started from the bottom

Yes we tryna make a way

Told my mom we goin make it

Yes I got a vision aye

Whole time you was hating

Fuck I knew you was a snake

And stay the fuck up out my business

Bitch im finna get it in

And Ian tripping off that bitch

She was all for the team

And Ian tripping off that bitch

Cause she don't want me

Gotta get it on

Gotta get my niggas right

I been grinding through the day

I been grinding through the night

I been getting money

Nigga i been living right

Aye

But fuck that bitch if she don't want me

Gotta get it on

Gotta get my niggas right

I been grinding through the day

I been grinding through the night

I been getting money

Nigga I been living right

Steady hating on a youngin'

Nigga go and get a life

Keep it on the low

Cause I know these niggas hating

Can't wait to see the day

I get to tell my mom we made it

I been chasing money

I been tryna get these payments

I had to make a wave for these niggas

So i paved it

Shout out to my niggas in the SGV

We pouring 40's for the brodies that be rip

Remember back then

When them niggas didn't fuck with me

I'm making hits

And now them niggas tryna fuck with me

Look I was just a youngin'

Tryna go and get his bag

Heard them niggas hating

They was tryna make me bad

Tried to bring me down

Nigga all i did was laugh

She said she want me back

Lil hoe leave it in the past

Said I leave it in the past

So I can get behind ya

Kissing on your neck

Like a fan tryna sign ya

Every feat I carry

Make it sing like Mariah

Make you eat my dust

Steady burning all these tires

Any dirt I got I take it to the grave

Any dirt they got try to spit in my face

You was aqua phobic now you riding on my wave

Got that antidote like Travis, come and get a taste

Call up my mom like damn yo son made it

Giving me my credits

Every struggle celebrated

Y'all hella late

Been my birthday, it's belated

Old school flow

But I make this shit outdated

(Call up my mom like damn yo son made it)

(Giving me my credits)

(Every struggle celebrated)

(Y'all hella late)

(Been my birthday, it's belated)

(Old school flow)

(But I make this shit outdated)

(Versatility)