CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Don’t Try It
Intro:
(Roh)
(Franco done did it again)
Yeah
Hook:
I told don't try it b*t*h
If he want then know it's free but you gon die b*t*h
Oh he talking out his a** gon send him to Cape Cod b*t*h
How the f**k you gangsta if you homies keep on dying n***a?
That mean y'all ain't getting money, yo homies dying trying n***a
N***as cap a lot, they do
Say he with that sh*t, he only with it in the booth
He can't leave his clique, I'm mobbing solo with no crew
Stack it up, I count my money, Count so much my fingers blue
Verse (Kyle Hippy):
Who the f**k gon stop me from popping my sh*t
Hotter than wasabi b*t*h, I'm popping, you just out the mints
F**king thotties like a hobby like I get paid for this sh*t
Know some n***as who would drop you for a 16th and a pit
Know some b*t*hes who would set you up for some d**k and a pin
Why these n***as hating me. I prolly f**ked up on they b*t*h
Counting 50s, 10s, 20s whole team getting rich
Know we made it out some sh*t so n***as hate us cus we lit
Hook:
I told don't try it b*t*h
If he want then know it's free but you gon die b*t*h
Oh he talking out his a** gon send him to Cape Cod b*t*h
How the f**k you gangsta if you homies keep on dying n***a?
That mean y'all ain't getting money, yo homies dying trying n***a
N***as cap a lot, they do
Say he with that sh*t, he only with it in the booth
He can't leave his clique, I'm mobbing solo with no crew
Stack it up, I count my money, Count so much my fingers blue
Verse (Duke Deuce):
N***as think they dead so we gon get back in the worst way
N***a gotta patch him up he gon need more than first aid
Anything I stand on a b*t*h gotta respect that
Ain't sh*t changed, b*t*h it's Duke Deuce AKA The Fat Mac
Folks hang that chopper out the roof he gon ratatat that
All these n***as do is cap rap, see his chain, n***a gon snatch that
Hey baby it's me ian really worried bout where your man at
Shawty gotta understand that
Hook:
I told don't try it b*t*h
If he want then know it's free but you gon die b*t*h
Oh he talking out his a** gon send him to Cape Cod b*t*h
How the f**k you gangsta if you homies keep on dying n***a?
That mean y'all ain't getting money, yo homies dying trying n***a
N***as cap a lot, they do
Say he with that sh*t, he only with it in the booth
He can't leave his clique, I'm mobbing solo with no crew
Stack it up, I count my money, Count so much my fingers blue
(Roh)
(Franco done did it again)
Yeah
Hook:
I told don't try it b*t*h
If he want then know it's free but you gon die b*t*h
Oh he talking out his a** gon send him to Cape Cod b*t*h
How the f**k you gangsta if you homies keep on dying n***a?
That mean y'all ain't getting money, yo homies dying trying n***a
N***as cap a lot, they do
Say he with that sh*t, he only with it in the booth
He can't leave his clique, I'm mobbing solo with no crew
Stack it up, I count my money, Count so much my fingers blue
Verse (Kyle Hippy):
Who the f**k gon stop me from popping my sh*t
Hotter than wasabi b*t*h, I'm popping, you just out the mints
F**king thotties like a hobby like I get paid for this sh*t
Know some n***as who would drop you for a 16th and a pit
Know some b*t*hes who would set you up for some d**k and a pin
Why these n***as hating me. I prolly f**ked up on they b*t*h
Counting 50s, 10s, 20s whole team getting rich
Know we made it out some sh*t so n***as hate us cus we lit
Hook:
I told don't try it b*t*h
If he want then know it's free but you gon die b*t*h
Oh he talking out his a** gon send him to Cape Cod b*t*h
How the f**k you gangsta if you homies keep on dying n***a?
That mean y'all ain't getting money, yo homies dying trying n***a
N***as cap a lot, they do
Say he with that sh*t, he only with it in the booth
He can't leave his clique, I'm mobbing solo with no crew
Stack it up, I count my money, Count so much my fingers blue
Verse (Duke Deuce):
N***as think they dead so we gon get back in the worst way
N***a gotta patch him up he gon need more than first aid
Anything I stand on a b*t*h gotta respect that
Ain't sh*t changed, b*t*h it's Duke Deuce AKA The Fat Mac
Folks hang that chopper out the roof he gon ratatat that
All these n***as do is cap rap, see his chain, n***a gon snatch that
Hey baby it's me ian really worried bout where your man at
Shawty gotta understand that
Hook:
I told don't try it b*t*h
If he want then know it's free but you gon die b*t*h
Oh he talking out his a** gon send him to Cape Cod b*t*h
How the f**k you gangsta if you homies keep on dying n***a?
That mean y'all ain't getting money, yo homies dying trying n***a
N***as cap a lot, they do
Say he with that sh*t, he only with it in the booth
He can't leave his clique, I'm mobbing solo with no crew
Stack it up, I count my money, Count so much my fingers blue
