Don't Try It Lyrics
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Big Woods I could never be-( phew) “Nigga I already heard that shit”
Aye (phew)
Nigga turn that shit back
Where that big booty bitch at tell- tell her to come over here
(Cough, Cough)
Lil storm
Yeah
Lil storm
Storm Life !
“Tell them we got the bands in our pants”
[Chorus]
Push the start In my lambo
Two straps wet em' up just like Rambo
Playin' with keys (Bow!)
No piano (Aye)
I keep a strap like Jango (storm)
1 Bitch, 2 Bitch, 3 Bitch, 4, Fuckin' them once then they out of the door
2 Clips, 3 Clips, 4 Clips, 5, I keep the Glock on me nigga don't try it
[Verse 1]
I do a show and I'm starting out right
That pussy water I think ima slide (okay)
You don't want smoke boy I heard that you hidin'
I'm in the trap selling bars like Verizon (Bow!, Bow!)
Shawty do coke I just made her some lines
Fuckin' yo Bitch now I think that she mine (alright)
Look at my wrist, it's gold and it's diamonds (look at my wrist)
I'm in LA lookin' at the horizon
I just fucked on your main bitch
Gang, gang, gang bitch, never no lame shit (Gang, Gang, Gang)
Chief Keef on my Bang shit (BANG!, BANG!)
Ice, Ice, Johnny Dang Bitch (Ice!)
Get what you need
Placin' your order
I fuck your Bitch and record her
Ima explorer
I feel like Dora (Dora)
Gucci Couture (Couture)
Come out the store (Store)
Hit from the back
Hit from the side (Side)
It ain't no question my niggas gon' ride (Gon' ride)
If I see a op make a U-Turn wide
Aim out the windows my niggas gon' Fire (Bow!, Bow!)
Servin' my granny she needed the perks
Fly to LA, to get me some work
All this designer Givency my shirt
Look at the drip, I bet she gon' flirt
(Phew) [money dispenser like sound]
This ain't no cheat code
I just might fuck on a freak hoe
I be ballin' like a free throw
I'm in the trap (Trap, Trap, Trap)
Look through the peep hole
Lil' Storm Bitch I be changin' the weather
Gucci my sweater
Walk in margiela
I get the cheese, I get the cheddar
If she wanna fuck, then ima let her
[Chorus]
Push the start In my lambo
Two straps Wet em' up just like Rambo
Playin' with keys (Bow!, Bow!)
No piano (Alright)
I keep a strap like Jango (Okay)
1 Bitch, 2 Bitch, 3 Bitch, 4, Fuckin' them once then they out of the door
2 Clips, 3 Clips, 4 Clips, 5, I keep the Glock on me nigga don't try it
Push the start In my lambo
Two straps Wet em' up just like Rambo
Playin' with keys (Sk-Sk-Skahh)
No piano (Aye)
I keep a strap like Jango (Lil" storm)
1 Bitch, 2 Bitch, 3 Bitch, 4, Fuckin' them once then they out of the door
2 Clips, 3 Clips, 4 Clips, 5, I keep the Glock on me nigga don't try it
Aye (phew)
Nigga turn that shit back
Where that big booty bitch at tell- tell her to come over here
(Cough, Cough)
Lil storm
Yeah
Lil storm
Storm Life !
“Tell them we got the bands in our pants”
[Chorus]
Push the start In my lambo
Two straps wet em' up just like Rambo
Playin' with keys (Bow!)
No piano (Aye)
I keep a strap like Jango (storm)
1 Bitch, 2 Bitch, 3 Bitch, 4, Fuckin' them once then they out of the door
2 Clips, 3 Clips, 4 Clips, 5, I keep the Glock on me nigga don't try it
[Verse 1]
I do a show and I'm starting out right
That pussy water I think ima slide (okay)
You don't want smoke boy I heard that you hidin'
I'm in the trap selling bars like Verizon (Bow!, Bow!)
Shawty do coke I just made her some lines
Fuckin' yo Bitch now I think that she mine (alright)
Look at my wrist, it's gold and it's diamonds (look at my wrist)
I'm in LA lookin' at the horizon
I just fucked on your main bitch
Gang, gang, gang bitch, never no lame shit (Gang, Gang, Gang)
Chief Keef on my Bang shit (BANG!, BANG!)
Ice, Ice, Johnny Dang Bitch (Ice!)
Get what you need
Placin' your order
I fuck your Bitch and record her
Ima explorer
I feel like Dora (Dora)
Gucci Couture (Couture)
Come out the store (Store)
Hit from the back
Hit from the side (Side)
It ain't no question my niggas gon' ride (Gon' ride)
If I see a op make a U-Turn wide
Aim out the windows my niggas gon' Fire (Bow!, Bow!)
Servin' my granny she needed the perks
Fly to LA, to get me some work
All this designer Givency my shirt
Look at the drip, I bet she gon' flirt
(Phew) [money dispenser like sound]
This ain't no cheat code
I just might fuck on a freak hoe
I be ballin' like a free throw
I'm in the trap (Trap, Trap, Trap)
Look through the peep hole
Lil' Storm Bitch I be changin' the weather
Gucci my sweater
Walk in margiela
I get the cheese, I get the cheddar
If she wanna fuck, then ima let her
[Chorus]
Push the start In my lambo
Two straps Wet em' up just like Rambo
Playin' with keys (Bow!, Bow!)
No piano (Alright)
I keep a strap like Jango (Okay)
1 Bitch, 2 Bitch, 3 Bitch, 4, Fuckin' them once then they out of the door
2 Clips, 3 Clips, 4 Clips, 5, I keep the Glock on me nigga don't try it
Push the start In my lambo
Two straps Wet em' up just like Rambo
Playin' with keys (Sk-Sk-Skahh)
No piano (Aye)
I keep a strap like Jango (Lil" storm)
1 Bitch, 2 Bitch, 3 Bitch, 4, Fuckin' them once then they out of the door
2 Clips, 3 Clips, 4 Clips, 5, I keep the Glock on me nigga don't try it