Lyrics Try Me (feat. dro2broke) - Versatility

Yeah
Aye
Let a nigga try me
Yeah we got 4-5 glocks ridin' grimey
Let that fuck nigga try me
Bitch i'm grimey
I'm married to the game fuck no
You ain't trying me
Like why that nigga hate?
Why that nigga tryna show love?
And why does it feel like he other day
You just swiched up
And yes I confront em
Never had nun
And I really thought I loved you
But I knew that I was dumb
Aye
Really posted on the block
With dem K's and Drakes
If a nigga wanna get it in
Man he know where I stay
Yes we started from the bottom
Yes we tryna make a way
Told my mom we goin make it
Yes I got a vision aye
Whole time you was hating
Fuck I knew you was a snake
And stay the fuck up out my business
Bitch im finna get it in
And Ian tripping off that bitch
She was all for the team
And Ian tripping off that bitch
Cause she don't want me

Gotta get it on
Gotta get my niggas right
I been grinding through the day
I been grinding through the night
I been getting money
Nigga i been living right
Aye
But fuck that bitch if she don't want me

Gotta get it on
Gotta get my niggas right
I been grinding through the day
I been grinding through the night
I been getting money
Nigga I been living right
Steady hating on a youngin'
Nigga go and get a life
Keep it on the low
Cause i know these niggas hating
Can't wait to see the day
I get to tell my mom we made it
I been chasing money
I been tryna get these payments
I had to make a wave for these niggas
So i paved it

Shout out to my niggas in the SGV
We pouring 40's for the brodies that be rip
Remember back then
When them niggas didn't fuck with me
I'm making hits
And now them niggas tryna fuck with me

Look I was just a youngin'
Tryna go and get his bag
Heard them niggas hating
They was tryna make me bad
Tried to bring me down
Nigga all i did was laugh
She said she want me back
Lil hoe leave it in the past

Said I leave it in the past
So I can get behind ya
Kissing on your neck
Like a fan tryna sign ya
Every feat I carry
Make it sing like Mariah
Make you eat my dust
Steady burning all these tires

Any dirt I got I take it to the grave
Any dirt they got try to spit in my face
You was aqua phobic now you riding on my wave
Got that antidote like Travis, come and get a taste

Call up my mom like damn yo son made it
Giving me my credits
Every struggle celebrated
Y'all hella late
Been my birthday, it's belated
Old school flow
But I make this shit outdated

(Call up my mom like damn yo son made it)
(Giving me my credits)
(Every struggle celebrated)
(Y'all hella late)
(Been my birthday, it's belated)
(Old school flow)
(But I make this shit outdated)
(Versatility)