Jacquees — Try Me

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Let a nigga try Quees, try Quees
We gon kill his whole muhfuckin family
And I ain’t playin with nobody
Fuck around and imma get ya body

Bitch I bought a 9, not a 40
Be the snitch, then we takin shmoney
Niggas know I’m on it, I on it
I really mean it, I’m so unimportant
Give [?] a tommy for all you dummies
Leave his main bitch wet and horny
You a oldhead, you spent all ya money
Pulled straight up off the lot, put a pic on IG
I hate fake bitches, imma realist
Got so many shoes, you should see my closet
Rock that all black when we really mobbin
Hop out like Snoop, we ain’t cripwalkin
Fuck is y’all sayin? Bitch my hood love me
Wesley Chapel Road, real niggas know me
I been out my mind since they killed [?]
Free my brother Gylon, man he just called me
All these hoes love me, can’t get em off me
Only hit it one time, she won’t stop callin
FYB, that’s still the squad, long time comin
Poppin bottles, VIP, know yo hoe comin
Even when I wasn’t signed, I was still that nigga
Niggas see me, ridin round with C. Breezy, Lambo speeding
Mind full of money, got yo bitch full of seamen
Gettin all this money, fightin all these fuckin demons
Turn yo bitch into a relay, no track meet
Have you singin like Maria, you fuck with my family
Niggas steady hatin but they got em watchin
$10,000, took my momma shoppin

Bitch I signed to Baby, no diapers
Leave you with a shitbag, big diapers
I want more weed, and less liquor
Leave your girl around me, then I’m probably gon hit her
Signed to Cash Money last month
Got a lotta money, I’m boutta stunt
Imma young stunna, big blunts
You can have a taste, if you want
I’m my own shooter, I ain’t gotta run