Doe Boy - TRY & SEE (feat. Roddy Ricch, G Herbo, Future) lyrics
Cotrell Dennard
Roddy Ricch [Rodrick Wayne Moore Jr.] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
G Herbo [Herbert Wright III] Chicago, U.S. 🇺🇸
Future [Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Doe Boy - TRY & SEE feat. Roddy Ricch, G Herbo, Future lyrics]
Don't act like you don't know this
You know this (Oh, really?)
Uh, I was dead broke
Never had money, but I had hope
(Had hope, Southside on the track, yeah)
Trippin' 'bout my past, but I love it, though
(I love it, though)
Wifey on my ass 'bout another ho
(Mustard on the beat, ho, ayy)
I ain't in the 'Raq, but I run it, though
(I run it, though) can't even find the key
Press the button, go, skrrt
Everywhere I go, they be eyein' me
Nigga tryin' me, tell him, "Try and see"
Got security, but I keep iron on me
(I keep iron on me)
Used to be four deep, now I'm side deep
Askin' me for cash, it bе drownin' me
My Amex like fifty-thou' a week
Stand ovеr a hundred-thousand
Had the wealth to go and check
Twenty-three, new Rolls, new Ferrari
What's next?
Rose gold Richie Mill', face lift, they upset
She gon' fuck for a budget
I can't even trust it
All these Cubans lit up like a Christmas tree
Ridin' with the mob, some Crip and some bleed
223s on his skin, eczema
My lil' nigga clean the whole house
Stanley Steamer
I remember I was broke, now I got some coats
Pull up in the winter time on my little folks
You pillow talkin' to your bitch
I ain't trippin' though
I be sippin' slow while I'm gettin' dough
I was dead broke
Never had money, but I had hope
(Had hope, you know that)
Trippin' 'bout my past, but I love it, though
(I love it, though)
Wifey on my ass 'bout another ho, ayy
I ain't in the 'Raq, but I run it, though
(I run it, though) can't even find the key
Press the button, go, skrrt
Everywhere I go, they be eyein' me
Nigga tryin' me, tell him, "Try and see"
(Oh, really?)
Ran through the bag then ran up another check
(There you go) hundred in my clip
Like four hundred on my neck (Gotta go)
Nigga that'll play with Beezy
Still ain't found one yet, boom
I got dissed a hundred times, still
Ain't felt one threat, haha, haha
Why you mad at me? Nigga
Put your ho in check (Okay)
Let me kiss her first, how you think I know
It's wet? (Come here)
Bitch so bad, made me blow the whole check
(Mwah, uh) I'm like Instacart
I bring the beef to your doorstop
(Rrah, rrah) do a drill in a Striker
Pussy nigga know it's tinted, skrrt
Serena on my neck, big ass
Pointers and it's tennis, ooh
Tennis chains on, cost a
Nigga couple digit's, ooh
Shot his ass at Phipps
Pussy boy landed at Lennox (For real)
Weak ass hoes don't get shit
Bad bitches get the Benz's, okay
Jumped off the porch and I
Dove in the trenches (Go) only gettin' dick
Ain't 'nan ho gettin' kisses (Go)
Ain't 'nan ho gettin' shit (Pluto) bitch
Dead broke, came up from nothin'
Ready to crash out I can spot a demon
I can see when niggas opted out
Drop-top with the rocks out when I pop out
Get a nigga hit, sent a blitz
Get him boxed out
Fentanyl on my wrist and my fist
I just cashed out (I did)
Real niggas back door and fake shit
Locked out
Drug niggas, real niggas, drill niggas
Fla-fla
Young niggas stole all these trends for
Trap house, all they know is bandos, yeah
Coolin' off, nigga, let your fan go
Rather keep it with me
Take your sticks to their mouthy (Pluto)
I ain't have shit, now I'm rich, niggas salty
(Fake)
Sippin' on that Triss, drinkin' Wock'
Drankin' Hi-C (Syrup)
I don't promote drugs, took one
Feel like I'm flyin' (Syrup)
Made it out the mud
Now I'm stuntin' just like Bryan (Hol' up)
Get it out that dirt
Niggas understand the assignment (Freebandz)
I was dead broke
Never had money, but I had hope
(Had hope, you know that)
Trippin' 'bout my past, but I love it, though
(I love it, though)
Wifey on my ass 'bout another ho, ayy
I ain't in the 'Raq, but I run it, though
(I run it, though) can't even find the key
Press the button, go, skrrt
Everywhere I go, they be eyein' me
Nigga tryin' me, tell him, "Try and see"