TRYDATsh*t! lyrics

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b*tch called a Uber, I asked why she did it
Like, "You said it was cool", but you know that I didn't
Yeah, me and b*tch brought a b*tch home
Now the b*tch drunk and we both babysitting
I seen that b*tch just posted a picture with her brand new boyfriend on her Insta'
This sh*t crazy, this life like a Glock
All this sh*t could just switch in a instant
Been recording since one in the morning, and it's finna be nine in the a.m
Run up on me yo' family be mourning, and you know I ain't talking 'bout a.m
Pistol in palm of my hand, click it and spray 'em
Probably f*ck 'round and filet 'em
n*gga, the f*ck is you saying? I can't understand
We stepping with drums like a band
The drum like a band and I feel like Nick Cannon, I come with the can
Got a bad foreign b*tch who massaging my hand
And she look likе Kitana, might come with the fan
Roll that boy up, he gеt smoked like exotic
Yo' life on the line, you the new kamikaze
You ain't gotta ask nobody 'bout it
You want see if it's true then just try me
My n*gga you could try me on that sh*t if you wanna see
Bought fifteen in that Glock, go call the Doc, that boy met a piece
Choppa beat 'em up he dead the body bled
pus*y, rest in peace