Don’t Try lyrics

by

Baker Ya Maker


Take a step back b*tch, why the f*ck you close to me
Bout to see the darkness, bout to make a f*cking murder scene
Shut the f*ck up, b*tch, better shut your f*cking mouth
Before I come in break in, come and take it, all the lights go out
f*cking with the murder mane, you bustas wanna act so lame
Step out my f*cking lane, you think I'm playing all these games
f*ck out my way, I ain't gonna f*cking play
Now I guess I have to say who I'll be robbing today
I am so sick of these b*tches talking sh*t
Gonna killa won't to flip
Then I take a f*cking sip
Of your motherf*cking blood
I'm smoking on the f*cking bud
I feel so high, I feel my mind
'bout to motherf*cking shine
Hear my motherf*cking name
Gonna put your ass to shame
Ain't bout the f*cking fame
Murder is my f*cking game
'bout to pull up on a b*tch
'bout to kill a f*cking snitch
Leave you in a f*cking ditch
Take your money, keep me rich

Don't even try
All these b*tches tryna hide
Think I'm 'bout to f*cking fly
Scope you from the f*cking sky[x4]
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