Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa — Try It

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(Get buck, get buck)
(Get buck, get buck) (What Juicy say? He be like, «Shut the fuck up!»)
(Get buck, get buck) Peer pressure’s a motherfucka, mane
(Get buck, get buck)

Try it
Don’t know how to feel to pop no Perc’? Try it
Don’t know how it feel to move no work? Try it
Don’t know how it feel to run up a mil’? Try it
Nigga, we fightin’ that fire with fire, you know we takin’ an eye for an eye
You thinkin’ its sweet, you slip, we slide
Won’t catch me slippin’ like Pac in the ride
You know I got that bitch on me, try it
It ain’t no runnin’ up on me, try it
Niggas ain’t takin’ shit from me, try it
Niggas ain’t takin’ shit from me, try it

Ha, you know how it feel to pimp a bitch? Try it
You know how it feel to hit them licks? Try it
You know what to do when you see that work, buy it
Before I pay it, just do me a favor, try it
Before Corona, I been had a mask
Before this rap shit, I been had the Mac
Don’t run up on me, I dare you to try it
Straight automatic, I emptied the mag’
Get you some money, go try to do that
Just bought a brand new invisible set
No reachin’, I know you smarter than that
Try it, you gon’ take more than a nap
Yeah, already know that they cap
They tried to play me but you gotta pay me
Run me that check or get clapped
Been runnin’ this shit, still runnin’ this shit, still ain’t never got lapped
Niggas been tryna catch me forever, they just too off track
Don’t know how it feel to go get a sack? Try it

Don’t know how to feel to pop no Perc’? Try it
Don’t know how it feel to move no work? Try it
Don’t know how it feel to run up a mil’? Try it
Nigga, we fightin’ that fire with fire, you know we takin’ an eye for an eye
You thinkin’ its sweet, you slip, we slide
Won’t catch me slippin’ like Pac in the ride
You know I got that bitch on me, try it
It ain’t no runnin’ up on me, try it
Niggas ain’t takin’ shit from me, try it
Niggas ain’t takin’ shit from me, try it

I got some weed to roll, don’t try to stop me
And I pulled up in the double R, don’t try to compete
I’m rollin’ with J, I got on my shades ’cause I can’t see
I did a few shows and ran a few plays, I guess you can say that it’s been a really good week
Shorty is bad, got a real good physique
Go get the bag, you could see the receipt
Get in my bag and they get out they seat
You in the past and my shit on repeat
Get her and hit from the back then I leave
Rollin’ them papers they don’t wanna read
When you a rich nigga, don’t need no keys
When you a rich, it’s two R’s on the seat
I got a couple bad broads with me
Nigga, don’t try me, that shit gon’ release
You got a problem? Then get out and squeeze
Nigga, don’t try to throw shots at the gang
Nigga, don’t start, I been waitin’ to change
Nigga, don’t come out with all of your chains
Nigga, don’t wait for that money, go chase it
Nigga, don’t try my car, it wanna race
Nigga, know how to say it to my face

Try it