Try Me

[Intro – Young Thug] I'm on molly, I'm on fuckin' molly I'm on molly, I'm on muthafuckin' molly Three hoes, let's have a trolly, have a fuckin' trolly I wanna have a trolly, have a fuckin' trolly Have a trolly, let's just have a trolly molly Have a trolly, let's just have a trolly molly I'm on molly, have a fuckin' trolly Trolly, have a fuckin' molly [Verse 1 – Trae Tha Truth] I got shooters on the block, nigga, yea they somewhere on they bullshit I got the city on standby, I green light, they even coming out the pulpit Yeah, Truth pull up in that white thing, four choppas and the trunk full of white things If it ain’t ten or better, I be out your price range, for the money, get shot, like a dice game When I finished, to get to this bitch, tell her, "I will not keep her, just give me some nice brains" I cannot lie, this bitch’s head is so stupid, like who the fuck gave her this nice brain? Still the Truth nigga, remember that, I’m in this foreign, no ceiling, I done timbered that I’m talking snow, but I ain’t talking where December at, I’m in the kitchen where they whip it up and send it back Fly as them birds that get flown,I will not get off my throne When it come to these streets, I am king, get the fuck out my home Yeah I’m with the shit, I’m the shit you can’t finish, nigga jump fly, I’m tryna knock him out his tennis I was born to be a G, better take a nigga in this, got diamonds in my grill, I ain’t never seen a dentist I’m an asshole bitch, and my team gon rock out, I represent real niggas, no one can top out I send my youngins to your block, they hop out, and snap the shit out a fuck nigga, no cop out [Hook – Young Thug] I got shooters if you try me, if you fucking try me Pussy nigga try me, come on, fucking try me I run Texas, bitches come and try me Take your necklace nigga, come and buy it Back, rat a tat tat Back black back, rat a tat tat Hey, I got bodies, I got bodies cause they tried to try me I got bodies, I got bodies cause they tried to try me [Verse 2 – Young Thug] Got shooters in the bando They salute me like commando Add a bitch to the payroll And she know how to put grams in her A hole Imma talk to you when the case closed And before I let down Imma lay low I pour lean in OJ, no Mayo Imma drink that little bitch like Faygo I’m in Mexico with my plug gettin' them pesos by the caseloads I’m in Dominican with my hoes doing everything I say so Trae Tha Truth pulling up, whoo! Keep that, nigga bitching like whoo! Nah, freak that, whole night I won’t tell No one check, that’s a secret Your bitch waiting when a nigga ride by She smelled the money on me, I can’t even disguise I feel myself, so Texan don’t try Po-po’s behind me, don’t text and drive Crocodile isle nigga, shoes look like a gator Leave em with a bald spot, like he play with the Pacers Cooking with no hands, like I usually use a baker I’m in her stomach like a naval [Hook]