Trae Tha Truth Try Me Lyrics

I got shooters if you try me, if you f*ckin try me
p*ssy n***as try me, come on, f*ckin try me
I rip... , bitch just come and try me
Take a nap cause n***a coming... back
...
I got bodies, I got bodies cause they tried to try me
I got bodies, I got bodies cause they tried to try me

I got shooters on the block n***a
Yet they somewhere on they bullshit
I got the city on standby
I green light either they come up out the poor pit
Pull up in that white thing
... choppers in the trunk full of white paint
... I be out your price range
For the money, gets hot like a knife game
When I'm finished they get to this bitch
... give me some nice brains I can't lie this test is so stupid
Like who the f*ck gave up this nice frame
Still the truth n***a, remember that
I'm in this Ford, no ceiling,... that
Our pockets low but I ain't talking...
Flyer's the first that get thrown
I will not get off my throne
When they come to my streets I am king
Get the f*ck out my home

Got shooters in the bando, that's a loony like commando
Add the bitch to the payroll, cause she know how to put grams in her a-hole
I'ma talk to you when the case closed, and before I lay it down, I'ma lay low
I pour lean in OJ, no Mayo, I'ma drink that lil bitch like Faygo