Tink - Try Me (Remix) lyrics

rate me

Let a nigga try me, try me

I’mma get hm gone like Illuminati

Cause we ain’t playin’ up in Chicago

We’ll make them yell like they’re soprano

Let a nigga try me, try me

I’mma shoot his face like a picture ID

Let him know we ain’t playin up in Chicago

Let them boy down like domino

Mind in his crib like Mr. Rogers

Flip his ass quick

Put him on gymnastics

Bitch we goin’ to war

Like we’re on joysticks

Tell the haters have a party with all the shorties

We ain’t getting’ drunk

But they’re bringin’ 40s

You niggaz laughin’

I also drop a body

I feel like I’m contracting

Better be on the bank walkin’ like a model

You nigga give me nets

Molly home got the tech for you bastards

Bitch I be slayin' on my Kim K with my corset

Youngest bitch wreckin' up these streets

Like my name was North West

My bitches don't wanna talk

Like a case of strep throat

We'd rather just get up on it,

Word to fuckin' DeJ Loaf

But let’s clear your brain now

You need a mentor

Throw a nigga down

Like he in a wind storm

All I do is saying the word and they’d be running over

Kill a nigga and we got every baller

I don’t know what I do

Take your baby out

Like it was his born day

Leave a pussy wet

Like we have a forth play

I really got shit

That’s why bitches laugh

I’ve never had a problem with standing…

I got a pocket full of notes

I could blow a couple of Gs

Wrapped up, no double Ds

He say it’s the bomb

But I’m not alarming

Heads upon the ground

Like we’re tossin’ quarters

Talkin’ all that top shit

You’re gonna stumble everything

And get fucked up

These niggaz sweeter than chocolate

Doing all that cigarettes and still driving that Honda

I stop at 20

I don’t play about my blood

Like a diabetic

So I don’t got the only thing I’m with on