TRY sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
I'm not playin' wit' you no more, wake the f*ck up

[Chorus: Slayter]
They know better now
They don't trust sh*t (Don't trust sh*t)
And my .45 (My .45) is my sidekick (That's my b*tch)
I had sex her (I had sex her), in my fly sh*t (My fly sh*t)
And my chain froze (My chain froze) like an icepick (Like an icepick)
Got a groupie b*tch (Damn) in a mosh pit (Mosh pit)
I see two hoes in my future like psychic (Damn)
I just have to kick 'em out 'cause they like gossip (Bye)
Stole a n*gga chopper and I hid it in my closet (Rrra)

[Verse 1: Slayter]
And my chopper long (Damn) like a mop stick (Like a mop stick)
We gon' pop his ass (Pop him) if he pop sh*t (If he pop sh*t)
Made chopper sing (Rrra) like a pop b*tch (A pop b*tch)
Got a pop b*tch (Got a pop b*tch), said I'm toxic (Damn)
I got problems (Damn), b*tch, I'm paranoid (b*tch, I'm paranoid)
I was makin' money (Damn), I was unemployed (I was broke)
We the money team (Flex), like we cool with Floyd (For real)
We got big guns (Damn) for you lil' boys (Rrra)
Doo-doo-doo
Know we got some killers on the roof (On the roof)
Rose gold smile, b*tch, that's like a stack a tooth (A stack a tooth)
Yeah, walk around like I'm bulletproof (Like I'm bulletproof)
Yeah, and I got my pistol in the booth (I got it on me)
Yeah, that sh*t fallin' off me while I rap (Huh, damn)
Fresh off tour, b*tch, I ain't even unpacked (Huh, I swear)
I could flip a b*tch like I could filp a pack (Huh, on God)
Go back to that whenever I get sick of rap (Sick of rap)
[Chorus: Slayter]
They know better now
They don't trust sh*t (Don't trust sh*t)
And my .45 (My .45) is my sidekick (That's my b*tch)
I had sex her (I had sex her), in my fly sh*t (My fly sh*t)
And my chain froze (My chain froze) like an icepick (Like an icepick)
Got a groupie b*tch (Damn) in a mosh pit (Mosh pit)
I see two hoes in my future like psychic (Damn)
I just have to kick 'em out 'cause they like gossip (Bye)
Stole a n*gga chopper and I hid it in my closet (Rrra)

[Verse 2: Jay Critch]
I got money now (I got money now)
So I buy sh*t (So I buy sh*t)
I bought all the drugs for these b*tches, I got options (Ayy)
My bro the QB, he throw bullets out the pocket (Ayy)
f*ck about your chopper, you get hit up with the pocket (Ayy)
Now it's drama time (Drama time)
When they see my .30 spinnin', leave 'em traumatized
Still be with the mob, I got all kinda ties (I got all kinda ties)
Trap jumpin' like Jordan, we was servin' you all kinda dimes
Bro collectin' Jordans, that boy ridin' with all kinda nines (All kinda nines)
Ayy, and we brought them sh*ts up in the stu, f*ck a pop star
Got her suckin' di*k up in the booth, n*ggas watch hard
I would just get rich if I was you, b*tch, I'm a blockstar
Run the play, I throw the Alley-oop (Hey)
[Chorus: Slayter]
They know better now
They don't trust sh*t
And my .45 is my sidekick
I had sex her in my fly sh*t
And my chain froze like an icepick
Got a groupie b*tch in a mosh pit
I see two hoes in my future like psychic
I just have to kick 'em out 'cause they like gossip
Stole a n*gga chopper and I hid it in my closet