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letra de try me (remix) - cassidy

(hook x2)
try me, you get bodied
or icu hooked to an iv
and i ain’t playin with n0body
f-ck around and i’mma catch a homi

(verse: c-ssidy)
i’m c-cky 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 posse murder, irv gotti
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 sh-t with me like a porta-potty
i’ll advise you not to try me
cuz the four got kick likeit know karate
b-tches photo shop to get better bodies
instagram a liar, ask that n-gga kaze
i’m on that pat run, i’m on the molly
with chub smokin’ bud that come straight from cali
f-ck a trap house, i was in the alley
throwin’ fiends the rock like a f-ckin’ alley-oop
i shoot techs if you try to foul me
that’s why these rappers mock the sun like the wall-e
i got keys and pints of soui
cuz i push weight but don’t go to balleys
it’s mr. chicken, ask about me
i put money on your head, we can get to scalping
i’m outtie

(hook x2)
try me, you get bodied
or icu hooked to an iv
and i ain’t playin with n0body
f-ck around and i’mma catch a homi

(verse 2: chubby jag)
i’m official with the pistol, catch a n-gga slippin’
i been on the pimp for bad b-tch cuz n-ggas trickin’
i be chefin the kitchen with the chickens whippin
me and cas’ like the bulls, jordan, scotty pippin
and we ballin’, tellin’ you that we ballin’
you n-ggas can’t get a shot up, heroin on the block
all you n-ggas is gettin’ shot up
outta town and informant, it’s crazy how you n-ggas got up
bodies is in the trunk, we just lettin’ you n-ggas 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 n-gga wear the red sleeve
i tell em feds leave, you give em what the feds need
the last squeeze, you get shot finna squeal
spazz out, p-ss out, like you drive for a drill
automatic, everybody on yo block’ll get k!lled
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 sh-t tho, true schizo, your whole family died
i’m cuttin’ off all yo family ties
catch a murder case, a murder face, n-gga
tell em get a murder tape
one shot, k!ll a n-gga, trust is on a murder tape

(hook x2)
try me, you get bodied
or icu hooked to an iv
and i ain’t playin with n0body
f-ck around and i’mma catch a homi

- cassidy

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