CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Try Your Luck (intro)
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)
(It's Trax season bruh)
Straight off the ripper
Y'all hoes?wanna?diss, now I'ma?show you a killer
Soft ho, you?can't stop my shine
Pu**y ho, you can't stop my grind
I?push?the?pen, you can't?take what's mine
I?lead the pack, b*t*h, stay in line
I'm on your a** and you can't take that
You ain't mad at me, you mad at my glow up, ho, just say that
Now let's get down to business
Don't have no broke n***as at the top of your hit list
Shifting gears on the d**k
Gotta stay in control of the stick
The same hatin' hoes say, "Can I get a pic sis?"
Well I'm the bogeyman, I got a treat for your trick b*t*h
Yup, I'm at the top of the food chain
I took off on you hoes and I started a new lane
Yup, I got your man, he my boo thing
EA Sports, b*t*h, it's all in the game
You silly hoes really think y'all want fame
Well it's tax season, I'm your mammy and I came to claim
Stop makin' fake pages
Fraud hoes always actin' like they me
Stop makin' fake beef
A b*t*h like me wanna take it to the streets (Hoo)
I was regular, now I'm up
From the top, lookin' down, look like you stuck
I'm in my bag for real, b*t*h, run it up
Loud online, real life, their tail be tucked, yeah
Really wit' the sh*ts, a real gangster b*t*h
In the middle of the club like, "What's up?" (Ha)
'Bout my dollars b*t*h, call me "Money Makin' Mitch"
Think this a game? Tuhh, try your luck
If you can't maintain, stay in your motherf**kin' lane
Don't hate hate the player, hate the game, b*t*h
I went from rags to riches, some friends done changed up
Congrats to disses because I came up
Got my hater blockers on, it's tunnel vision
If you can't beat 'em, join 'em, better make your decision
Let me clear this air, I can't see through the smoke
Fame made me a savage, let me show you cutthroat
A crowd full of whispers, a page full of comments
But it don't phase me, it ain't makin' no commas
I put the D in dividends, not the D in drama
But if we gotta take it there, trust it's gon' be trauma
Traumatizing for you
You think you know my story but you ain't got a clue (Ah)
I changed the game, I'm on the rise
Try to go against me, boy, they know I'm the vibe
Daddy up the road, see him when I'm 35
Mama taught me how to hustle but had to fight to survive
Speakin' of 35, that n***a brought me the plug
How the gay boy on the block sellin' a purse full of drugs? (Ah)
Yippie yah yo, yippie yah yah yay
Snatchin' controllers from you n***as, I am not here to play
(Santana think he all that)
New whip, new waist, tell a hatin' a** ho she can fall back
B*t*h, I started this sh*t, better play your position
Gotta respect the game, gotta respect the transition
I'm still snatchin' your wigs, call me hair physician
Million dollar deal, on a billion dollar mission
Silly b*t*hes want the beef while I'm stackin' that cheese
N***as beggin' me for mercy, talkin' 'bout, "Santana, please"
I see the comments, don't play on my top
I had my nuts on you hoes but now it's time to drop (Woo)
Click your page, that sh*t say "Follow back"
Respond to beef over beats, let me call up Tre Trax
It's 2020, b*t*h
This ain't no motherf**kin' game
Real gangster b*t*h
Really wit' the motherf**kin' sh*ts
And I don't do this sh*t for no motherf**kin' TV
This right here, this real reality
Yeah (Yeah), ha
(It's Trax season bruh)
Straight off the ripper
Y'all hoes?wanna?diss, now I'ma?show you a killer
Soft ho, you?can't stop my shine
Pu**y ho, you can't stop my grind
I?push?the?pen, you can't?take what's mine
I?lead the pack, b*t*h, stay in line
I'm on your a** and you can't take that
You ain't mad at me, you mad at my glow up, ho, just say that
Now let's get down to business
Don't have no broke n***as at the top of your hit list
Shifting gears on the d**k
Gotta stay in control of the stick
The same hatin' hoes say, "Can I get a pic sis?"
Well I'm the bogeyman, I got a treat for your trick b*t*h
Yup, I'm at the top of the food chain
I took off on you hoes and I started a new lane
Yup, I got your man, he my boo thing
EA Sports, b*t*h, it's all in the game
You silly hoes really think y'all want fame
Well it's tax season, I'm your mammy and I came to claim
Stop makin' fake pages
Fraud hoes always actin' like they me
Stop makin' fake beef
A b*t*h like me wanna take it to the streets (Hoo)
I was regular, now I'm up
From the top, lookin' down, look like you stuck
I'm in my bag for real, b*t*h, run it up
Loud online, real life, their tail be tucked, yeah
Really wit' the sh*ts, a real gangster b*t*h
In the middle of the club like, "What's up?" (Ha)
'Bout my dollars b*t*h, call me "Money Makin' Mitch"
Think this a game? Tuhh, try your luck
If you can't maintain, stay in your motherf**kin' lane
Don't hate hate the player, hate the game, b*t*h
I went from rags to riches, some friends done changed up
Congrats to disses because I came up
Got my hater blockers on, it's tunnel vision
If you can't beat 'em, join 'em, better make your decision
Let me clear this air, I can't see through the smoke
Fame made me a savage, let me show you cutthroat
A crowd full of whispers, a page full of comments
But it don't phase me, it ain't makin' no commas
I put the D in dividends, not the D in drama
But if we gotta take it there, trust it's gon' be trauma
Traumatizing for you
You think you know my story but you ain't got a clue (Ah)
I changed the game, I'm on the rise
Try to go against me, boy, they know I'm the vibe
Daddy up the road, see him when I'm 35
Mama taught me how to hustle but had to fight to survive
Speakin' of 35, that n***a brought me the plug
How the gay boy on the block sellin' a purse full of drugs? (Ah)
Yippie yah yo, yippie yah yah yay
Snatchin' controllers from you n***as, I am not here to play
(Santana think he all that)
New whip, new waist, tell a hatin' a** ho she can fall back
B*t*h, I started this sh*t, better play your position
Gotta respect the game, gotta respect the transition
I'm still snatchin' your wigs, call me hair physician
Million dollar deal, on a billion dollar mission
Silly b*t*hes want the beef while I'm stackin' that cheese
N***as beggin' me for mercy, talkin' 'bout, "Santana, please"
I see the comments, don't play on my top
I had my nuts on you hoes but now it's time to drop (Woo)
Click your page, that sh*t say "Follow back"
Respond to beef over beats, let me call up Tre Trax
It's 2020, b*t*h
This ain't no motherf**kin' game
Real gangster b*t*h
Really wit' the motherf**kin' sh*ts
And I don't do this sh*t for no motherf**kin' TV
This right here, this real reality
Yeah (Yeah), ha
