King Los

King Los - Try Me (Freestyle) lyrics

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(Hook)

Let a nigga try me (try me)

Put 100 on his head that's a Maserati

See me gettin' money wanna stand beside me

Bitch i ain't got no friends all i got is family

Be a episode of Martin if ya niggas try me

Brum man, give ya wind, you can't eva ground me

Or have my bitch Pam waitin' in ya loby

You know she go hard, she sleep wit the Tommy

My little nigga cold, do this for a hobby

I tell him big Shurly thats a heavy body

All ya niggas hoes, ya don't petrify me

If we can't get to you we hittin' everybody

Let a nigga try me (try me)

Bitch, we servin' cake, come and get a nine piece

Yeah, I keep my old dawg right beside me

Niggas front like they a menace, then they turn to Chancey

(Verse)

Uh, speakin' of Chancey, I run the bill up

Once I'm in my groove, you screwed, that's a Philips

Hell yea, I got up and I'm still up

Poppin' off Bellair, ?

Weak niggas loud bu the strong quiet

My niggas knock off pounds like LeBron diet

Ballin' since do or die was the anthem

Movin' piles, runnin' suicides in the Phantom

Fuck it, I think the Roy more sick

Squares bout to push my button like Atari joystick

I go range on the week-end, seas like the weep end

Faded bum Rae, 50 shades and some retail

Niggas fucked up the game when they let you geeks in

I should crossover cause all you niggas is reaching

Like these bitches want your time first

I tell a hoe like you can keep your pussy, what your mind worth?

All these niggas wanna shine first

Niggas want the top, but nobody wanna climb first

I just multiply on these bastards

Niggas live in a box, you ain't gotta buy em a casket

Uh, comin' from my hood, it ain't very fun

How niggas get old fast but get buried young

And yo city don't wanna see you fly

I rep us bitch, not me or I

When a crown big as my G ride

Play ball apart three, that's thugga's projects, east side

Fast lot, the more they see I drop the mixtape G-5

Six years later got another deal, now a nigga fly G5

Hit a coach, I get em in the game

Finna post up, pivot in the lane

Niggas insane, I just get to this chain

You fishes luscious, ya say that ridiculous

Shit like a bitch then like a bitch I will aim

Missin' my name, ain't no bitchin' my name

Look at me nigga, I figure that you'll be inspired

By all of these riches and fame

Name in em bright lights, go try and get the hype right

Bitch, I'm everywhere but in em lame niggas eye sight

Uh, or in a bitch nigga's armreach

Yeah, mean you, bitch nigga, we in Palm Beach

I got ya cuffin' yo girl in advance

But why would I give a fuck if the world in my hands

Gripin' the steerin' wheel of the rafe

She said a girl chill at her place

I sell week-end, don't ride, baby

You know you need a third wheel when ya race

Homie, I know these loud niggas might hype you

But I'll put a period on yo life cycle

Period. You a life cycle

Niggas spot you at the pad and they might wipe you

Bitch nigga, adjust yo volume and save that talk talk for ya album

(Hook)

Let a nigga try me (try me)

Put 100 on his head that's a Maserati

See me gettin' money wanna stand beside me

Bitch i ain't got no friends all i got is family

Be a episode of Martin if ya niggas try me

Brum man, give ya wind, you can't eva ground me

Or have my bitch Pam waitin' in ya loby

You know she go hard, she sleep wit the Tommy

My little nigga cold, do this for a hobby

I tell him big Shurly thats a heavy body

All ya niggas hoes, ya don't petrify me

If we can't get to you we hittin' everybody

Let a nigga try me (try me)

Bitch, we servin' cake, come and get a nine piece

Yeah, I keep my old dawg right beside me

Niggas front like they a menace, then they turn to Chancey

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