Lyrics Try Your Luck (Intro) - Saucy Santana

Try Your Luck (Intro)

Straight off the ripper
Y’all hoes wanna diss, now I’ma show you a killer
Stop ho, you can’t stop my shine
Pussy ho, you can’t stop my grind
I push the pen, you can’t take what’s mine
I lead the pack, bitch, stay in line
I’m on your ass and you can’t take that
You ain’t mad at me, you mad at my glow up, ho, just say that
Now let’s get down to business
Don’t have no broke niggas at the top of your hit list
Shift the gears on the dick
Got us in control of the stick
The same hatin' hoes say, «Can I get a pic sis?»
Well I’m the boogie man, I got a trick for your trick bitch
Duck, I’m at the top of the food chain
I took off on you hoes and I started a new lane
Yup, I got your man, he my boo thing
EA Sports, bitch, it’s all in the game
You silly hoes really think I want fame
Well it’s taxes, I came to claim
Stop makin' fake pages
hoes always actin' like they mean
Stop makin' fake beef
A bitch like me wanna take it to the streets (Hoo)
I was, now I’m up
From the top, lookin' down, look like you stuck
I’m in my bag for real, bitch, run it up
Lotta lyin' tough, yeah
Really wit' the shits
A real gangster bitch
In the middle of the club like, «What's up?»
(Ha)
'Bout my dollars bitch, call me «Money makin' mitch»
Think this a game?
Try your luck
If you can’t maintain, stay in your motherfuckin' lane
Don’t hate hate the player, hate the game, bitch
I went from rags to riches
Some friends done changed up
Congrats to disses because I came up
Got my hater blockers on, it’s tunnel vision
If you can’t beat 'em, join 'em, better make your decision
Let me clear this air, I can’t sit through the smoke
Fame made me a savage, let me show you cutthroat
, a page full of comments
But it don’t phase me, it ain’t makin' no commas
I want a D in dividends, not a D in drama
But if we gotta take it there, trust it’s gon' be trauma
Traumatizing for you
You think you know my story but you ain’t got a clue (Ah)
I changed the game, I’m on the rise
Try to go against me but they know I’m the vibe
Daddy up the road, see him when I’m 35
Mama taught me how to hustle but had to fight to survive
Speakin' of 35, that nigga brought me the plug
How the gay boy on the block sellin' a purse full of drugs?
(Ah)
Yippie yi yo, yippie yi yi yay
Snatchin' control from you niggas, I am not here to play
New whip, new waist, tell a hatin' ass ho she can fall back
Bitch, I started this shit, better play your position
Gotta respect the game, gotta respect the transition
I’m still snatchin' your wigs, call me
Me and dollar bill on a billion dollar mission
Silly bitches wanna beef while I’m stackin' that cheese
Niggas beggin' me for mercy, talkin' 'bout, «Santana, please»
I see the comments, don’t play on my time
I had my nuts on you hoes but now time to drop (Woo)
Click your page, follow back
They wanna beef over beats, let me call up Tre Trax
It’s 2020, bitch
This ain’t no motherfuckin' game
Real gangster bitch
Really wit' the motherfuckin' shits
And I don’t do this shit for no motherfuckin' TV
This right here, this real reality
Yeah (Yeah), ha