Don’t Try It lyrics
by Duke Deuce
Intro:
(Roh)
(Franco done did it again)
Yeah
Hook:
I told don't try it b*tch
If he want then know it's free but you gon die b*tch
Oh he talking out his ass gon send him to Cape Cod b*tch
How the f*ck you gangsta if you homies keep on dying n*gga?
That mean y'all ain't getting money, yo homies dying trying n*gga
n*ggas cap a lot, they do
Say he with that sh*t, he only with it in the booth
He can't leave his clique, I'm mobbing solo with no crew
Stack it up, I count my money, Count so much my fingers blue
Verse (Kyle Hippy):
Who the f*ck gon stop me from popping my sh*t
Hotter than wasabi b*tch, I'm popping, you just out the mints
f*cking thotties like a hobby like I get paid for this sh*t
Know some n*ggas who would drop you for a 16th and a pit
Know some b*tches who would set you up for some di*k and a pin
Why these n*ggas hating me. I prolly f*cked up on they b*tch
Counting 50s, 10s, 20s whole team getting rich
Know we made it out some sh*t so n*ggas hate us cus we lit
Hook:
I told don't try it b*tch
If he want then know it's free but you gon die b*tch
Oh he talking out his ass gon send him to Cape Cod b*tch
How the f*ck you gangsta if you homies keep on dying n*gga?
That mean y'all ain't getting money, yo homies dying trying n*gga
n*ggas cap a lot, they do
Say he with that sh*t, he only with it in the booth
He can't leave his clique, I'm mobbing solo with no crew
Stack it up, I count my money, Count so much my fingers blue
Verse (Duke Deuce):
n*ggas think they dead so we gon get back in the worst way
n*gga gotta patch him up he gon need more than first aid
Anything I stand on a b*tch gotta respect that
Ain't sh*t changed, b*tch it's Duke Deuce AKA The Fat Mac
Folks hang that chopper out the roof he gon ratatat that
All these n*ggas do is cap rap, see his chain, n*gga gon snatch that
Hey baby it's me ian really worried bout where your man at
Shawty gotta understand that
Hook:
I told don't try it b*tch
If he want then know it's free but you gon die b*tch
Oh he talking out his ass gon send him to Cape Cod b*tch
How the f*ck you gangsta if you homies keep on dying n*gga?
That mean y'all ain't getting money, yo homies dying trying n*gga
n*ggas cap a lot, they do
Say he with that sh*t, he only with it in the booth
He can't leave his clique, I'm mobbing solo with no crew
Stack it up, I count my money, Count so much my fingers blue