Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Try Me, artist - Trae Tha Truth. Date of issue: 04.08.2014
Song language: English
Try Me |
| I’m on molly, I’m on fuckin' molly |
| I’m on molly, I’m on muthafuckin' molly |
| Three hoes, let’s have a trolly, have a fuckin' trolly |
| I wanna have a trolly, have a fuckin' trolly |
| Have a trolly, let’s just have a trolly molly |
| Have a trolly, let’s just have a trolly molly |
| I’m on molly, have a fuckin' trolly |
| Trolly, have a fuckin' molly |
| I got shooters on the block, nigga, yea they somewhere on they bullshit |
| I got the city on standby, I green light, they even coming out the pulpit |
| Yeah, Truth pull up in that white thing, four choppas and the trunk full of |
| white things |
| If it ain’t ten or better, I be out your price range, for the money, get shot, |
| like a dice game |
| When I finished, to get to this bitch, tell her, «I will not keep her, |
| just give me some nice brains» |
| I cannot lie, this bitch’s head is so stupid, like who the fuck gave her this |
| nice brain? |
| Still the Truth nigga, remember that, I’m in this foreign, no ceiling, |
| I done timbered that |
| I’m talking snow, but I ain’t talking where December at, I’m in the kitchen |
| where they whip it up and send it back |
| Fly as them birds that get flown, I will not get off my throne |
| When it come to these streets, I am king, get the fuck out my home |
| Yeah I’m with the shit, I’m the shit you can’t finish, nigga jump fly, |
| I’m tryna knock him out his tennis |
| I was born to be a G, better take a nigga in this, got diamonds in my grill, |
| I ain’t never seen a dentist |
| I’m an asshole bitch, and my team gon rock out, I represent real niggas, |
| no one can top out |
| I send my youngins to your block, they hop out, and snap the shit out a fuck |
| nigga, no cop out |
| I got shooters if you try me, if you fucking try me |
| Pussy nigga try me, come on, fucking try me |
| I run Texas, bitches come and try me |
| Take your necklace nigga, come and buy it |
| Back, rat a tat tat |
| Back black back, rat a tat tat |
| Hey, I got bodies, I got bodies cause they tried to try me |
| I got bodies, I got bodies cause they tried to try me |
| Got shooters in the bando |
| They salute me like commando |
| Add a bitch to the payroll |
| And she know how to put grams in her A hole |
| Imma talk to you when the case closed |
| And before I let down Imma lay low |
| I pour lean in OJ, no Mayo |
| Imma drink that little bitch like Faygo |
| I’m in Mexico with my plug gettin' them pesos by the caseloads |
| I’m in Dominican with my hoes doing everything I say so |
| Trae Tha Truth pulling up, whoo! |
| Keep that, nigga bitching like whoo! |
| Nah, freak that, whole night I won’t tell |
| No one check, that’s a secret |
| Your bitch waiting when a nigga ride by |
| She smelled the money on me, I can’t even disguise |
| I feel myself, so Texan don’t try |
| Po-po's behind me, don’t text and drive |
| Crocodile isle nigga, shoes look like a gator |
| Leave em with a bald spot, like he play with the Pacers |
| Cooking with no hands, like I usually use a baker |
| I’m in her stomach like a naval |