Tink - Try Me (Remix) lyrics

[Chorus] Let a n***a try me, try me I'ma get him gone like Illuminati Cause we ain't playing up in Chicago 30 make him yell like he a soprano Let a n***a try me, try me I'ma shoot his face like a picture ID Let them know that we ain't playing up in Chicago Lay them boys down like a lot of dominoes [Verse 1] Pop a n***a frame like he was a garter Run up in his crib like Mr. Rogers Flip his a** quick put him in gymnastics b**h we go to war like we being drafted Tell Lil Durk let's have a party with my lil shawtys We ain't getting drunk, but they bringing 40s I could murder with my fashion you n***as lacking About to drop a body feel like I'm contracting Better be rushing to the bank walking like a model Your man give me neck till I feel his tonsils My lil homie got the tech loaded for you ba*tards Bet he touch a n***a like say a pastor They say I be slaying on my Kim K, where my corset? Youngest b**h f**ing up these streets like my name was North West My b**hes don't want to talk like a case of strep throat We rather just get up on it, word to f**ing Dej Loaf Bullets clear you out your brain now you need a mentor Blow a n***a down like he in a windstorm All I do is say the word they be running over k** a n***a in a week call it that ebola [Bridge] And Ohhh Way to many n***as focused on Where I be at Who I be with And what I do [Verse 2] Take your baby out like it was his born day Leave a p**y wet like we having foreplay I'm really having sh** that's why b**hes mad though Have you ever seen amounts longer than your zip code? I ain't never had a problem with spending Benjies Lean upon myself, rest in peace to Pimp C Got a pocket full of notes Pay my shooter like D. Rose I could blow a couple G's Racked up no double D's May give him a taste n***a like Muhammad, he say it's the bomb But I'm not Islamic You know I'm from the Chi, where they bang corners Heads upon the ground like we tossing quarters Talking all the tough sh**, that rough sh** You gone stumble up and get f**ed with Can't roll with these weak hoes These n***as sweeter than duck lips Pulled up in that tinted truck They gone smoke some like ganja Doing all that dickriding, you still driving that Honda? I'm offended, stop pretending I don't play about my blood like a diabetic f** n***as, something I do not condone Swear to God The only thing I'm waiting on