paroles de chanson Try Me (feat. Nate Husser & STORRY) - Junia-T

I ain't a killer but don't push me
I got a couple cats w nothin to lose that'll cook you
I wish a nigga wood like a mornin with no pussy
I'm straight up out that jungle, the woods, the bushes
I had to dig deep in my soul to find the words
Cause i can't describe the pain if the feelin don't hurt
If a mother fcker try me today he gon Learn
That if one body drop, the world still gon turn
And you'll burn in the deepest of depths
I'm God fearing
A wise man told me to speak from the chest
Now they hear me
Slugs on, that's closed captioning
Read clearly I'm very
Nice until a stranger get near me and nearly like
Half these niggas, half cheerleaders
Half see ya, talk behind ya back, half rear-eaters
Couldn't care either, I'm on site
Like a browser
I pull up real loud, the bass jumping like bowser
I crowd surf my block, my city love me like powder
Never crowd sourced for nothin, rather move powder
Money plus power plus respect equals blessed
Divide that with my squad, minus mine, y'all can keep the rest
I chop the food and buy my momma groceries to ease the stress
It's cold in my city, don't make me have to heat ya chest
Collectin and, cuttin the product up properly for the broccoli
Copy paste the hustle in croppin out what's stoppin
Me, droppin a deuce, fartin on top of a cop's property
I'm flippin, never gettin. Caught flopping in prolly the most
Top poppin hip hopper slash moonwalker
Most stalked and talkd about muhhfcka in ya city tho

(Hook)
I wish a nigga would try me tho
Wish a nigga...
Hey, ridin down tha block I wish a coppa would try me
Walkin thru ya spot a wish a nigga would try me
I wish a nigga would try me tho

Headphones on but my thumbs in the volume control I hear u niggas
Will never for no nigga or cracker or pakistani or Italian bargnani
Gangsta uncle or granny
I'll murder ya whole family
Gold necklaces and gold grammys
Checklists
Spit negligence
Tlk nigga Sht I'm a reference
Thick bitch fulla estrogen for my preference
FTP tat on my belly for the questioning
Mutchafckas
From steppin in mud puddles
I shoveled my way up outta hell
So I'm outta cares and fucks to give
Letta nigga fkn live
I done been thru the fkn Sht
Wipe my ass a cup for tears
Pop this champagne and cheers to another couple years
Not the couple type less it's i plus a couple bitches
Eye for eye and real spit for your dutty ears

(Hook)