Try Again Lyrics

How the hell you spell GUN, G-U-N, G-U-N How the hell you spell RUN, R-U-N, R-U-N

Let's go and slide and have fun, Are You In, Are You In. I'm tired of seeing niggas run like they be

Ever seen a dead body hit that floor, nigga

Dumped a mag in your chest by your toes, nigga

Play like a fool, swear to God I won't go, nigga

Ay bounce to that ass, I'm tryna see how low it go, baby

Back on the block, pussy come and get me

Get me mad enough, now I drop a 50

You could die on your dead dog day for fuckin' with me

I be havin' nightmares all night, all that shit be stuck with me

Shoot a bullet right down that lil' hoe throat

And watch it come out her kitty

I make music for them real niggas

And for them niggas that got dogs inside their fed block

I won't spare a fuckin' opp, nigga

We catch a boy, I cook his ass, just like some lamb chops

I was bad as fuck in school, I ain't pass the class

These niggas dissed the wrong side and now we on your ass, nigga

I pop a tag, put it on the same car we both got

That's how you steal a car with ease and don't make shit hot, nigga

I done taught you niggas, some can say I ain't said a thing

I done fell in love with white girls, might buy a wedding ring

Learn how to play a fuckin' role that's gon' keep you alive

Boy, I ain't done, I just tryna see all these fuckin' opp mamas cry

We don't do no drive-bys, we walk shit down, nigga

Chop cannon like wildfire, hit the soda, we hit the town, nigga

Everything I say, my raps be true, God can strike me down, nigga

Right hand on a Bible, pussy, try again

Everybody got a gun, it's time to break the land

You ain't tryna die, stay out the way, so what the fuck you sayin'

Take out the heart and drink the blood, I'm the minute man

Just send a hoe if I want him gone, I ain't gotta send a man

Pull up black truck, baby, it good with the gun

We all loaded up with shit, let's have some super fun

My dog ain't got no fuckin' brand, he tryna kill everyone

I'ma let him do it, a lot of mamas ain't finna have no son

When I look like Tommy, not the war, this shit had just begun

Had this mama pull up at the place and say, yeah, that's my son

That nigga dissed me on a song, okay, watch this

I'ma quit to blow that pole, and I got your mans to make you reminisce

I jumped in the streets for some clean tens, baby

I got out that shit and now them hoes dead

We come out at nighttime, 11.30

Someone call the cleanup crew, we just let that nigga dirty