Artist: Tink Album: Try Me (S) Song: Try Me (Remix) Typed by: AZ Lyrics Let a nigga try me, try me I'm a get him gone like Illuminati cause we ain't playin up in Chicago 30 make him yell like he in soprano oooh let a nigga try me, try me I'm a shoot his face like a picture I.D Let him know that we ain't playin up in Chicago Lay them boys down like a lot of dominoes Pop a nigga frame like he was a garter Run in his crib like Mr. Rogers Flip his ass quick put him in gymnastics Bitch we can go to war like we being drafted Tell Lil Durk let's have a party with my lil shortys We ain't getting drunk but they bringing 40s I can murder with my fashion you niggas lackin Bouta drop a body feel like I'm contracting Better be rushing to the bank walking like a model Yo man give me neck til' I feel his tonsils My lil homie got the tech loaded for you bastards Bet he touch a nigga like say a pastor Bitch I be slayin on my Kim K where my corpse at? Youngest bitch fuckin up these streets like my name was North West My bitches don't wanna talk like a case of Strep throat We rather just get up on it word to fuckin DeJ Loaf Bullets clear you out yo brain now you need a mentor Blow a nigga down like he in a windstorm All I do is say the word they be running over Kill a nigga in a week call it that Ebola And ooh Way too many niggas focused on Where I be at, who I be with and what I do Take ya baby out like it was his born day Leave her pussy wet like we having foreplay I'm really having shit that's why bitches mad tho? Have you ever seen amounts longer than ya zip code? I ain't never had a problem with spending benjis Lean up on myself, Rest In Peace to Pimp C Got a pocket full of notes Pay my shooter like D Rose I could blow a couple G's Racked up no double D's May give him a taste, nigga like Muhammad He say it's the bomb but I'm not Islamic You know I'm from the Chi where they bang corners Heads up on the ground like we tossing quarters Talking all that tough shit, that rough shit You gone stumble up and get fucked with Can't roll with these weak hoes These niggas sweeter than duck lips Pulled up in that tinted truck They gone smoke something like ganja Doing all that dickriding, you still driving that Hummer I'm offended, stop pretending I don't play about my blood like a diabetic Fuck niggas, something I don't condone Swear to god, the only thing I'm waiting on