letra de try me - lil tjay
[intro]
mmh, ooh-oh, ooh
ooh, ooh-oh
ayo narrow, you did this?
[verse 1]
boy don’t you run up?
boy don’t you run up on me, you gon’ die
i lift my gun, doa that’s a automatic comin’ inside
got a couple shooters here with me
i know if it’s a problem everybody ride
and we gon’ make sure they feel it
brodie seekin’ for bodies, see it in his eyes
i’ma just pour up while i’m here
this is my time, swear this the year
pop out too dripped out with the gear (gear)
see my diamonds dance so they stare (they stare)
i keep a big chop, i don’t care (they scared)
know i’m a big opp, but i’m here (don’t care)
someone try me, boy i dare
[chorus]
i’m on a road to the riches, like f-ck all you b-tches that try to step in my way
i was goin’ through some, i got in the booth and let feelings out, now i’m okay
i’m comin’ strong, who in the way
please do not try me, we don’t play
f-ck all that blasi, what he say
i’ma get wet ’em, is gon’ be okay
[verse 2]
if it ain’t about money i ain’t pickin’ my phone up (pickin’ my phone up)
on my back like a grown up
lil tjay [?] lil n-gga swear to god, money made a n-gga tone up (tone up)
really got it out the mud, so i flex with those hundreds, don’t f-ck with no dubs (no dubs)
n-ggas holdin’ the grudge, i was down on my ass, they ain’t showed me no love (grudge)
now all these b-tches i got ’em, soon as i spot ’em
they hit me up with no problems
then i just pass ’em to gang
b-tch you can’t hang, if you ain’t with this say nada
pop out i’m drippin’ in prada, look like nevada
ion’t want her, brodie got her
i turned your date to a slobber
she thought i wanted, i told that b-tch “don’t you bother”
i’m just a young n-gga, doin’ my thing (doin’ my thing)
i’m goin’ up on the charts
i know i gotta be smart
sh-t gettin’ real
i been hangin’ after dark
remember chilling in the park
opps sayin’ they gon’ slide, we lettin’ it spark
doley mission, me and mark, boom, boom, lettin’ it bust
[chorus]
i’m on a road to the riches, like f-ck all you b-tches that try to step in my way
i was goin’ through some, i got in the booth and let feelings out, now i’m okay
i’m comin’ strong, who in the way
please do not try me, we don’t play
f-ck all that blasi, what he say
i’ma get wet ’em, is gon’ be okay
[verse 3]
nineteen, started off at sixteen
and green, f-ck you mean, gettin’ money with the team
i’m a star, i spit the truth every bar
all that cap in your rap don’t go far
feel like the goat, dead broke, i know i was [?]
made a milli’ off sh-t i done spoke
i know they mad, i know that opps in their bag
they wanna see me lose bad
b-tch i can’t lose, i know i look like a stain
i don’t care, i still flooded the jewels
better with tools, tryna run up and they cool you
you don’t wanna look like a fool
dead on the ground, reason i’m never around
and people’s [?] ain’t really there
b-tch i don’t care
once you get to try me i dare, it ain’t sh-t to let it flare
young n-gga flexed up
n-ggas funds, they gettin’ to it
but we really do it, lil n-gga who next up
i’m sorry but we been on timin’
they plottin’ on blocking me shinin’
[?] focus and start gridinin’
new money, new talents i’m findin’
[chorus]
i’m on a road to the riches, like f-ck all you b-tches that try to step in my way
i was goin’ through some, i got in the booth and let feelings out, now i’m okay
i’m comin’ strong, who in the way
please do not try me, we don’t play
f-ck all that blasi, what he say
i’ma get wet ’em, is gon’ be okay
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