Chubby Jag - Try Me (Remix) lyrics

(Hook x2) Try me, you get bodied Or ICU hooked to an IV And I ain't playin with nobody f** around and I'mma catch a homi (Verse: Ca**idy) I'm co*ky 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** with me like a porta-potty I'll advise you not to try me Cuz the Four got kick likeit know karate b**hes photo shop to get better bodies Instagram a liar, ask that n***a Kaze I'm on that pat run, I'm on the molly With chub smokin' bud that come straight from Cali f** a trap house, I was in the alley Throwin' fiends the rock like a f**in' 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 nobody f** around and I'mma catch a homi (Verse 2: Chubby Jag) I'm official with the pistol, catch a n***a slippin' I been on the pimp for bad b**h cuz n***as 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***as can't get a shot up, h**n on the block All you n***as is gettin' shot up Outta town and informant, it's crazy how you n***as got up Bodies is in the trunk, we just lettin' you n***as 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***a 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, pa** out, like you drive for a drill Automatic, everybody on yo block'll get k**ed 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** tho, true schizo, your whole family died I'm cuttin' off all yo family ties Catch a murder case, a murder face, n***a Tell em get a murder tape One shot, k** a n***a, 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 nobody f** around and I'mma catch a homi