Young Thug, Trae Tha Truth - Try Me lyrics
Young Thug [Jeffery Lamar Williams] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Young Thug, Trae Tha Truth - Try Me lyrics]
I'm on molly, I'm on fuckin' molly
I'm on molly, I'm on muthafuckin' molly
Three hoes, let's have a trolly
Have a fuckin' trolly
I wanna have a trolly, have a fuckin' trolly
Have a trolly
Let's just have a trolly molly
Have a trolly
Let's just have a trolly molly
I'm on molly, have a fuckin' trolly
Trolly, have a fuckin' molly
I got shooters on the block, nigga
Yea they somewhere on they bullshit
I got the city on standby, I green light
They even coming out the pulpit
Yeah, Truth pull up in that white thing
Four choppas and the trunk
Full of white things
If it ain’t ten or better, I be out
Your price range, for the money, get shot
Like a dice game
When I finished, to get to this bitch
Tell her, "I will not keep her
Just give me some nice brains"
I cannot lie, this bitch’s head is so stupid
Like who the fuck gave her this nice brain?
Still the Truth nigga, remember that, I’m
In this foreign, no ceiling
I done timbered that
I’m talking snow, but I ain’t
Talking where December at
I’m in the kitchen where they whip
It up and send it back
Fly as them birds that get flown
I will not get off my throne
When it come to these streets, I am king
Get the fuck out my home
Yeah I’m with the shit, I’m the shit
You can’t finish, nigga jump fly
I’m tryna knock him out his tennis
I was born to be a G, better take a
Nigga in this, got diamonds in my grill
I ain’t never seen a dentist
I’m an asshole bitch, and my team gon
Rock out, I represent real niggas
No one can top out
I send my youngins to your
Block, they hop out
And snap the shit out a fuck nigga
No cop out
I got shooters if you try me
If you fucking try me
Pussy nigga try me, come on, fucking try me
I run Texas, bitches come and try me
Take your necklace nigga, come and buy it
Back, rat a tat tat
Back black back, rat a tat tat
Hey, I got bodies
I got bodies cause they tried to try me
I got bodies
I got bodies cause they tried to try me
Got shooters in the bando
They salute me like commando
Add a bitch to the payroll
And she know how to put grams in her A hole
Imma talk to you when the case closed
And before I let down Imma lay low
I pour lean in OJ, no Mayo
Imma drink that little bitch like Faygo
I’m in Mexico with my plug gettin'
Them pesos by the caseloads
I’m in Dominican with my hoes
Doing everything I say so
Trae Tha Truth pulling up, whoo!
Keep that, nigga bitching like whoo!
Nah, freak that, whole night I won’t tell
No one check, that’s a secret
Your bitch waiting when a nigga ride by
She smelled the money on me
I can’t even disguise
I feel myself, so Texan don’t try
Po-po’s behind me, don’t text and drive
Crocodile isle nigga, shoes look like a gator
Leave em with a bald spot
Like he play with the Pacers
Cooking with no hands
Like I usually use a baker
I’m in her stomach like a naval
I'm on molly, I'm on muthafuckin' molly
Three hoes, let's have a trolly
Have a fuckin' trolly
I wanna have a trolly, have a fuckin' trolly
Have a trolly
Let's just have a trolly molly
Have a trolly
Let's just have a trolly molly
I'm on molly, have a fuckin' trolly
Trolly, have a fuckin' molly
I got shooters on the block, nigga
Yea they somewhere on they bullshit
I got the city on standby, I green light
They even coming out the pulpit
Yeah, Truth pull up in that white thing
Four choppas and the trunk
Full of white things
If it ain’t ten or better, I be out
Your price range, for the money, get shot
Like a dice game
When I finished, to get to this bitch
Tell her, "I will not keep her
Just give me some nice brains"
I cannot lie, this bitch’s head is so stupid
Like who the fuck gave her this nice brain?
Still the Truth nigga, remember that, I’m
In this foreign, no ceiling
I done timbered that
I’m talking snow, but I ain’t
Talking where December at
I’m in the kitchen where they whip
It up and send it back
Fly as them birds that get flown
I will not get off my throne
When it come to these streets, I am king
Get the fuck out my home
Yeah I’m with the shit, I’m the shit
You can’t finish, nigga jump fly
I’m tryna knock him out his tennis
I was born to be a G, better take a
Nigga in this, got diamonds in my grill
I ain’t never seen a dentist
I’m an asshole bitch, and my team gon
Rock out, I represent real niggas
No one can top out
I send my youngins to your
Block, they hop out
And snap the shit out a fuck nigga
No cop out
I got shooters if you try me
If you fucking try me
Pussy nigga try me, come on, fucking try me
I run Texas, bitches come and try me
Take your necklace nigga, come and buy it
Back, rat a tat tat
Back black back, rat a tat tat
Hey, I got bodies
I got bodies cause they tried to try me
I got bodies
I got bodies cause they tried to try me
Got shooters in the bando
They salute me like commando
Add a bitch to the payroll
And she know how to put grams in her A hole
Imma talk to you when the case closed
And before I let down Imma lay low
I pour lean in OJ, no Mayo
Imma drink that little bitch like Faygo
I’m in Mexico with my plug gettin'
Them pesos by the caseloads
I’m in Dominican with my hoes
Doing everything I say so
Trae Tha Truth pulling up, whoo!
Keep that, nigga bitching like whoo!
Nah, freak that, whole night I won’t tell
No one check, that’s a secret
Your bitch waiting when a nigga ride by
She smelled the money on me
I can’t even disguise
I feel myself, so Texan don’t try
Po-po’s behind me, don’t text and drive
Crocodile isle nigga, shoes look like a gator
Leave em with a bald spot
Like he play with the Pacers
Cooking with no hands
Like I usually use a baker
I’m in her stomach like a naval