Lil Wayne - Try Me Lyrics
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]Okay I'ma throw a tantrum on this beat, now who wanna play fetch?When it comes to the drugs, boy we shop at PaylessShawty came too many times, left the whole bed wet[?] I'm the Blood Method Man, RedmanA scared man a dead man, can I get an amen?You done bought all of them guns and ain't nobody dead yetCatch your ***** ass in traffic, aim at the head restGot your ***** on her knees lookin' like she leglessLike I can't trust my iPhone, I can't trust the clique I ride forIf I see 'em in the streets, I'ma have to treat 'em like a rivalI'm a pleasure to your eyeballs, I'm so fly, shop at SkymallMama never bought me knockoffs, Lord I need some wood to knock onLil Tunechi, I'm a movie, get your gummy bears and popcornI got somethin' very hot on my hip, I get my hip hop onAnd this little red dot gon' help me hit a nigga spot onPoint guard with the bullets, you say Rajon, I say RajonHold up, we them boys, we them wild boysI hold my pistol sideways when I shoot, that's for style pointsMenace to society, menace to myself thoughBend but don't break, my niggas call me elbowAnd you don't want no problem, I'ma problemMy AK just keep shootin', it's on autopilotTunechi what's your *****in' problem? I got *****in' problemsBad ***** on top of me, she started from the bottomOn that Cognac and that loud pack, that loud packYou gotta shoot the rat when it gets too big for the mousetrapShoot at me and I'ma smile back and then I "Pow" backFlip you over like a kayak, ***** it's combat***** I'm Tommy gun Tunechi, favorite color rubyMade enough to quit but I keep makin' up excusesTriple A dick, that's amazin' and amusin'I'm sedated and secluded, I'm the greatest and improvin'Cause my baby mama say I'm livin' wrongWell if I die then I guess she dead rightCatch me walkin' on this motha*****in' water, niggaI catch your ***** ass at a red lightAnd you gon' hear that blocka, that blockaI represent my killers like Johnnie CochranWe kidnap mamas and toddlersWe don't give a ***** if their ass a doctorBrief moment of silence for Chris WallaceSoulja Slim, Pac, Pimp C, I hope they're smilin'And Weezy still hot as, tamalesMy private plane got that wi-fi and that wirelessI'm so sorry for the wait[Verse 2: Mack Maine]Spread your legs, girl, I'm tryna break the headboardI'm a fiend for the bread, I want the whole DeJ LoafMy Chinese chick just want a blunt and some [?]She a squirter so we don't ***** on my Versace sheetsMy whole crew'll skate on you like a hockey teamIt's like Wayne Gretzky meets Jeremy ShockeyWe Young Money Mafia, I rep what I repTry to throw salt on my name and I'll put pep in your stepPut your gloves on, nigga please get you a gripAnd I bet you rest in peace when I let this ***** ripThe money runnin' like water, check the cash flowMy weed funky like armpits and *****Potato on the nine, when we creep we mash slowAnd make sure them kids get everything they ask forMy ***** in London said she's a Mack MainiacAnd her sister love Tune, she a WayniacIt's like she's two different persons, she be chillin', she be cursin'Cry a river, squirt a ocean, ***** fast in slow motionMan I know Soulja proud of me (yah heard me?)Man I know Soulja Slim proud of me (ya heard me?)Tha Carter 5 a classic, sorry that it's lateAnd I ain't apologetic but sorry for the waitTha Carter 5 a classic, sorry that it's lateAnd I usually ain't apologetic but sorry for the wait
