Cassidy - Try Me (Remix) lyrics

rate me

Ft. Chubby Jag

(Hook x2)

Try me, you get bodied

Boy, I see you hooked to an IV

And I ain't playn with nobody

Fuck around and I'mma catch a hami

(Verse: Cassidy)

I'm cocky cuz I'm Rocky

Watch me, diamonds flashin' - Paparazzi

I ain't on the radio sellin' copies

Cuz I ain't tryna join Illuminati

My posy murderer - Gatti

If they live, they gon' sing like that chick Ashanti

We can go to war if you try to rob me

My goons ready to die, yeah, they kamikaze

I come with the handgun or the shotties

I keep the shit with me like I pour the ?

I'll advise you not to try me

Cuz the Ford got kick like a new karate

Bitches go to shop to get better bodies

Instagram a liar, ask that nigga Kaze

I'm on that pat run, I'm on the molly

With chub smokin' bud that come straight from Cali

Fuck a trap house, I was in the alley

Throwin' fiends the rock like a fuckin' olly

Oh, I shoot Techs if you try to follow me

That's why these rappers mock the sun like the Wall-E

I got keys and pints of sour weed

Cuz I push weight but don't go to balleys

It's Mr. Chicken, ask about me

I put one in each yo hand, we can get to scalping

I'm outtie

(Hook x2)

Try me, you get bodied

Boy, I see you hooked to an IV

And I ain't playn with nobody

Fuck around and I'mma catch a hami

(Verse 2: Chubby Jag)

I'm official with the pistol, catch a nigga slippin'

I been on the pimp for bad bitch cuz niggas trickin'

I be chef in the kitchen with the chickens with me

Me and Cas' like The Bull and like Scotty Pimpin'

And we ballin', tellin' you that we ballin'

You niggas can't get a shot up, heroin on the block

All you niggas is gettin' shot up

Outta town and informant, it's crazy how you niggas got up

Bodies is in the trunk, we just lettin' you niggas rot up

I neva follow nothin' but I still let the lead lead

K-shot, face-shot, shootin' till his head bleedin'

Pigeon Coupe, look at all the birds that my bread feed

Connected, one call will send you with the dead G-s

Shout out to the crips, all my nigga red sleeve

I tell em FEDs leave, you give em what the FEDs need

The last squeeze, you get shot finna squeal

Spazz out, pass out, like you drive for a drill

Automatic, everybody on yo block'll get killed

Yeah, your bullet in the Glock will get spilled

In that top will get drilled

Box and the dreamer on the fantasy ride

It's hard to quit and gas enemy lies

True shit tho, true schizo, your whole family died

I'm cuttin' off all yo family ties

Catch a murder case, a murder face, nigga

Tell em get a murder tape

One shot, kill a nigga, trust is on a murder tape

(Hook x2)

Try me, you get bodied

Boy, I see you hooked to an IV

And I ain't playn with nobody

Fuck around and I'mma catch a hami