Try me
• Written by YLG
Okay let a nigga try me, like a button on a store toy
These niggas can catch these bullets like Bruce Leeroy
They can catch these hands, like I got the golden glow
Yeah I got these heavy gold bars, with that golden flow
I got the hands like a clock, got my hand on the glock
Got the juice, call me Bishop, cause I just don't give a fawk
Don't give a fuck about you, bitch i'ma fuck you
Slip on the condom, like some fucking house shoes
Sniffing up that coke, make ya nose look Dr. Sues's who's
She kiss all over my dick, like its in pain with boo boo's
She slurp up the whole dick like spaghetti and Ramen noodles
I'm a young thug, minus rocking some tutus
Rapping is a hobby, studio is my hotel lobby
I'm hot nigga, like the homie Bobby
Get my secrets weapons, my niggas Smith and Wesson
I was a mack when I was 10, met this dangerous hotti
She had pumps, and was a big nostril shotty ( shauty )
Don't testify me, niggas trying to test me, but eventually
He'll figure ( Hillfiger ) it out with the tommy, blow weed from a Taki
All you dickheads fucking cocky, bullets swung at you like hockey
My rims spin the CD's used by disc jokeys, I am sipping molly
All you racist crackers can go to Polly, nigga strong as fuck like Brolly
My real niggas use fist to fight, fuck triggas
Unless you cant beat em, injure only with 9 millimeters
Yeah I'm on top like satellites and antennas
Going ape shit like gorrilas, I'm going straight bananas
Put you in pajamas , only flags we rep is bandanas
Got something for that ass, AK, jackpot hit the lottery
I ain't in a mood, grab the 12 gauge shotty
Double dare somebody, plEASE let a nigga try me
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YLG
Member since November 18 2015