Tryouts lyrics

[Intro]
D. Rein
Yeah, what
Huh, Kin
I'm really getting tired of you n*ggas man
Real, ayy

[Chorus]
I don't really care about the sh*ts you say
I don't really care about the sh*ts you play
When it comes to music, b*tch, I'ma make my way
Who has to stay at it cause I need my space, ayy

[Verse]
Flow so sick, I'ma die off that
Make more money, I'ma grind off that
Got my di*k out like b*tch, you better grind on that
Money on my mind and I can't take my mind off that, ayy
Drip drop with the swag, switch the weather up
n*ggas talking sh*t like what, this whatever bruh
f*ck the games that these n*gga play, switch the levels up
Now time to level up
Where the bread at, I could've swear you said this a bakery
n*ggas say they real, but really, all I see is fakery
Balling out like the major leagues, I only let b*tches play with me
n*ggas say they running up, what you think you gon' take from me
b*tch, I'd-I'd die 'bout that sh*t
All my n*ggas here and we go write 'bout that sh*t
Team Rocket Glock, b*tch, I'd make you fly out that whip
Running laps around these n*gga like some tryouts and sh*t