Try Me ft. Jon Star Lyrics

Stars still stacking

Bars is a passion

Like new fashion

You know who did the beat

You don't have to AXXEUM

Split P on the track

With the main attraction

You see how I move

I just gained traction

Not too many metaphors

Too simple Jon

Don't need the captions

Take a ride seat back relaxing

Light up that Dutch

With some grass in it

And listen

Just a little bit of me

For anyone who's asking

Yeah

When they send the best

I'm the one that's sent

If I'm moving stealth

It's from self lifting KEN

You lock me out

I lift a fence

They let me out I got it in

You see me in the crowd

I'm move like family and friends

I got here first it's kissing kin

It's giving he different

I've bought Timbs from VIMS

To branch out separate

From the rest like stems

My version of loss

Looks better than yours

When I'm gone

Hang me on a chrome hard cross

As a sacrifice for all that floss

To say it was a choice

Your not forced

So bury me in all the shirts I wore

The worker the hustler

The owner the boss

The uncle the father

The husband the sum of them all

Add more

You still be coming up short

A brothers keeper

A brother to a sister

Related to them Spics

But I'm still that

Harm any of them

And then that killer

I try and tell you mother fuckers

So thank you

For underestimating the product

I'm no sample

Facts under my top

I'm no Snapple

I'm more look but don't touch

Or what have you

My presence is a gift

So when they come at you

Tell them

Go try me

Hitters on watch

Yeah it's all about timing

Pull up to the block

If you wanna see grimy

Frishh brought it back

So I can do like that

Yeah ugh

Go try me

Smoking in the studio

Is where you go find me

Pull up to the crew

What's a goon to a zombie

Bino grab the strap

Split P right behind me

My stocks high

Rising up like a phoenix

Got my boy Jon star

Hit you the remix

Haters talk shit

With a mouth full of penis

My lines stay winning

Kind a like Charlie Sheen is

Jon with a mic its a masterpiece

When we talking shit on records

Yeah it's facts we speak

And we know we spit fire

And you lacking heat

And you'll get your Chris rocked

Cause we slap the beat

Ciroc in my cup

When I'm sipping vodka

The thang on my hip

Once it hits it rocks ya

Piece on my Bed Stuy

Call it big poppa

Smoked my first L

Vibing out with hip Rockas

That's the only L

That I'm ever taken

If you thinking otherwise

You forever waiting

Right from the get

Yeah they wrote me off

But then I evolved

Like I poked your mom

Pokémon

Yeah

Go and try me

I rock a white tee

And a fresh pair of Nikes

Nothings really changed

I still think she likes me

Smoke an L with two stars

More than likely

Yeah ugh

Go and try me

When you act a fool

Then I'm on my way

Don't need to pack a tool

I can stomp your face

Cause I'm taking you to school

Like Jon and Jay

You can go and try me

I'm not the game to play with

Pull up to the spot

I'm never in the same whip

VIP roped off

And you know we stay lit

Drip on your neck

homeboy see that ain't it

My shit shines lights camera action

That's five chains you got a Jaxxon

And she got a titty out no Jackson

And she goes both ways bo Jackson

Call it old fashion

I'm rewriting history pen hits the pad

And you can see my chemistry

I got my own identity

Slow down Yosemite

Got teflon on

For shots that you sending me

I stay connected just like the Wi Fi

I shine bright

That's expected with the limelight

Should have been signed twice

Now I went the Indy route

Like Peyton and luck

Now I'm getting busy now

Tell them

Go try me

Hitters on watch

Yeah it's all about timing

Pull up to the block

If you wanna see grimy

Frishh brought it back

So I can do like that

Yeah ugh

Go and try me

When you act a fool

Then I'm on my way

Don't need to pack a tool

I can stomp your face

Cause I'm taking you to school

Like Jon and Jay

Get it