Try Me Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro]
(You can ask Bigg Cuz)
Ayy, it's Ken The motherf*ckin’ Man, b*tch (Will, what that is?)
Try me, try me, try me
(Haha, Avo)

[Verse]
And these hoes still ain't tried me
Broke-ass b*tch, need to find them a hobby
Five star sh*t if you see me in the lobby
Rich still a beat me a b*tch like Ivori
Band for band, hoes still ain't got it
What the f*ck is these hoes problem?
Walk through goin’ 'bout ten plus thousand
I done bought a couple houses just to stand on these folk couches
Master P, these hoes ain't 'bout it
Money straight. it can't be outed
Say it's smoke, I highly doubt it
Say my name, it get them clouted
This Chanel, this sh*t ain't cheap
Hoes a mess, I gotta sweep
Pucci down, you know I eat
She don't know me but got beef
What she just say? That sh*t sound like hate to me
A lister, that b*tch a Z
Heard your n*ggas pushin’ P, b*tch, he ain’t that rich to me
When I stay I'm walkin’ stages, this paper ain't no degree
I get money when I'm up I get money when I'm sleep
You hoes 50K a year, make that ’fore I brush my teeth
You can ask your PCP, they don't even run up the check like me
These hoes suck, stay on they knees, hope they don't got a STD
Ridin' my wave 'til the sh*t on E
Haha, try me, try me, try me
Say they lookin', but they still ain't find me, find me, find me (Find me, find me)
They act like I'm hidin', hidin', hidin' (Hidin')
When they know I'm up in Houston vibin', vibin', vibin'
Big bands, your baby daddy is a big fan
The way I been killin' hoes, you would think I hired me a hitman (Hitman)
These hoes ain't top five, they ain't even giving six-man
I ain't finna argue online with b*tch hopin' n*ggas pick them
And you know I'm from the North side, Acres Homes to the court side
Just got a new Porsche, sh*t feel way smoother than a horse ride
I can show you b*tches how to get to the money, I could be a tour guide
Everybody catchin' strays, b*tches think they in drive-by (Think they in drive-by)
Like I'm up real early, b*tches still sleep, b*tches still weak, need a PT
Got so many bars, they checkin' ID
Spreadin' fake news, b*tches, say cheese
b*tch, been cold, call me AC
Love a beggin' n*gga, baby, say, "Please"
Love kinky sex, 4C me
Ain't in high school but this a AP
I'm a real brown, brown, short, thick, fine
I be gettin' head, never di*ked down
Been steppin' on 'em, never sat down
Standin' big business, b*tches shutdown
Never gave a f*ck, he in love now
I love that sound, I love my eater
Make me wanna settle down
Part two, more money, more good news
pus*y still like good food
He know that keep me in a good mood
Still can't stand these b*tches, fake love, sh*t cartoon
Been in the kitchen like a bar stool, still cookin' up, baby, stay tuned
[Outro]
Ken in this ho (Ken in this ho, Ken in this ho, Ken in this ho)