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letra de try me - babydrill

[intro]
n-ggas on the ‘gram with switches like they really sprayin’ somethin’
all these n-ggas p-ssies, they my f-ckin’ d-mn son
and i’m a d-mn deadbeat ’cause i ain’t gave ’em nothin’

[chorus]
fill they ass with hollows today, they think they can come try me (fill ’em up)
talkin’ to the devil, but pray to god ’cause that’s who by me (we talkin’)
i lay sh-t out, no deathbeds, plug sh-t up, no iv (woo)
walk sh-t down like michael meyers, who the f-ck gon’ try me? (walk ’em down)
i shoot fade with bros, n-gga, you not my kind, then your ass gettin’ popped (baow, baow, baow)
i was on 64 shop with my nine when the doors had poppеd and i was ready to pop
called my bluff and we had pokеd lil’— shh, shh, trey still came with a mop
they shot my whip up, got the drop
doubled back and got ’em popped

[verse 1]
ain’t gon’ lie, n-gga
call my bluff, these n-ggas dead inside my eyes, n-gga (they all dead)
i see blood and i want red behind that 5, n-gga (blood)
murder what she wrote, but just like melly, it’s on my mind, n-gga
yeah, it’s on my mind (babydrill)
n-gga dissed me walkin’
we call that sh-t run down the way that switch hop out and honk him
real gangster, we don’t do drive-bys, tryna get up on ’em
huh, n-gga get that sh-t took, call on drill to get it back (b-tch)
these p-ssies n-gga big shook when i was out here catchin’ hats
[chorus]
fill they ass with hollows today, they think they can come try me (fill ’em up)
talkin’ to the devil, but pray to god ’cause that’s who by me (we talkin’)
i lay sh-t out, no deathbeds, plug sh-t up, no iv (woo)
walk sh-t down like michael meyers, who the f-ck gon’ try me? (walk ’em down)
i shoot fade with bros, n-gga, you not my kind, then your ass gettin’ popped (baow, baow, baow)
i was on 64 shop with my nine when the doors had popped and i was ready to pop
called my bluff and we had poked lil’— shh, shh, trey still came with a mop
they shot my whip up, got the drop
doubled back and got ’em popped

[verse 2]
get back gang, this ain’t no shotters, n-gga, i’m the one who popped ’em
get back gang for your lil’ partner, n-gga, ’cause i’m the one who dropped him
body count, this sh-t tremendous, n-gga, f-ck around, call the doctor
’cause i— ’cause i— ’cause i can’ bleed, n-gga
all you n-ggas p-ssy inside my eyes, that’s what i see, n-gga
and i be in your b-tch mouth, gargle d-ck like listerine, n-gga (babydrill)
he throwin’ up 5l, chop his thumb off, turn that b-tch into a four
this some sh-t you ain’t heard before
i’m the n-gga that get ’em gone

[chorus]
fill they ass with hollows today, they think they can come try me (fill ’em up)
talkin’ to the devil, but pray to god ’cause that’s who by me (we talkin’)
i lay sh-t out, no deathbeds, plug sh-t up, no iv (woo)
walk sh-t down like michael meyers, who the f-ck gon’ try me? (walk ’em down)
i shoot fade with bros, n-gga, you not my kind, then your ass gettin’ popped (baow, baow, baow)
i was on 64 shop with my nine when the doors had popped and i was ready to pop
called my bluff and we had poked lil’— shh, shh, trey still came with a mop
they shot my whip up, got the drop
doubled back and got ’em popped

- babydrill

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