Letra de 'Try Me (Remix)' de Tink

Let a nigga try me, try me
I'm a get him gone like illuminati
Cause we ain't playin up in chicago
30 Make him yell like he in soprano
Oooh let a nigga try me, try me
I'm a shoot his face like a picture I.d
Let him know that we ain't playin up in chicago
Lay them boys down like a lot of dominoes

Pop a nigga frame like he was a garter
Run in his crib like mr. Rogers
Flip his ass quick put him in gymnastics
Bitch we can go to war like we being drafted
Tell lil durk let's have a party with my lil shortys
We ain't getting drunk but they bringing 40s
I can murder with my fashion you niggas lackin
Bouta drop a body feel like I'm contracting

Better be rushing to the bank walking like a model
Yo man give me neck til' I feel his tonsils
My lil homie got the tech loaded for you bastards
Bet he touch a nigga like say a pastor
Bitch I be slayin on my kim k where my corpse at?
Youngest bitch fuckin up these streets like my name was north west

My bitches don't wanna talk like a case of strep throat
We rather just get up on it word to fuckin dej loaf
Bullets clear you out yo brain now you need a mentor
Blow a nigga down like he in a windstorm
All I do is say the word they be running over
Kill a nigga in a week call it that ebola

And ooh
Way too many niggas focused on
Where I be at, who I be with and what I do
Take ya baby out like it was his born day
Leave her pussy wet like we having foreplay
I'm really having shit that's why bitches mad tho?
Have you ever seen amounts longer than ya zip code?
I ain't never had a problem with spending benjis
Lean up on 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, nigga 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 up on the ground like we tossing quarters

Talking all that tough shit, that rough shit
You gone stumble up and get fucked with
Can't roll with these weak hoes
These niggas sweeter than duck lips
Pulled up in that tinted truck
They gone smoke something like ganja

Doing all that dickriding, you still driving that hummer
I'm offended, stop pretending
I don't play about my blood like a diabetic
Fuck niggas, something I don't condone
Swear to God, the only thing I'm waiting on