Try Me - Trae Tha Truth, Young Thug

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