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Produced by: DDS (@dds825)

Shot by: Jerry Production (@JerryPHD)

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Try Me Lyrics:

[Chorus x2]

Let a nigga try me, try me

I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family

And I ain't playin wit nobody

Fuck around and I'm a catch a body

[Verse 1]

Bitch I got the mac or the 40

Turn a bitch to some macaroni

Tell me how you want it I'm on it

I really mean it I'm just not recordin'

Give lil bro the choppa for all you actors

Leave a bitch nigga head in pasta

You are an impostor, ain't got no money

Put the burner to his tummy, and make it bubbly

I really hate niggas I'm a Nazi

Love wearin' all black, you should see my closet

Rock that all white, when I'm feelin' Godly

Hop out like Coke, I ain't gotta park it

Fuck is y'all saying, bitch my hood love me

48214 real niggas know me

I been out my mind since they killed my cousin

Free my cousin Devin, man he just called me

All these niggas love me, can't get 'em off me

Fuck around gave him my number, he won't stop callin'

IBGM the clique bitch you see us scorin'

V.I.P in the plural, while yo section borin'

Got a bitch that set it off like Jada Pinkett, Queen Latifah

You rollin' around wit yo nieces bitch T.T

Mind full money, got a heart full of demons

Mobbin' like Italians, we really take yo fingas

Turn yo face into a pizza, no acne

Have you singin' like Alicia, fuck wit my family

They be like you little, but got damn she spazzin'

Do the whole crew, my bitches freak nasty

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2]

Bitch I got the Tommy no Hilfiger

Lil Dej ain't bout it, bitch how you figure

I don't do no drugs, I be off liquor

So lifted, flyer than yo girl, baby gone and take my picture

See I gotta get this money, my palms itchin'

Niggas gossip like hoes, most of 'em bitches

I don't wanna do no songs, I don't wanna kick it

And I ain't signin' to no label, bitch I'm independent

[Chorus]

Let a nigga try me, try me

I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family

And I ain't playin wit nobody

Fuck around and I'm a catch a body

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We Good Lyrics:

[Verse 1]

They say, "Dej why you ain't drop yet?

Where your new shit? Who you down with?

What's Sell Sole mean?", It mean I'm out here

Pay me a check or I can't show up to your soundcheck

All these goofy ass rappers on that clown shit

On your fifth mixtape and ain't nobody heard shit

Maybe you boys should slow it down

I think smart, my shit comin', it's goin' down

Can't beat us, you niggas better join us now

Best believe I got these rappers disappointed now

All these bitches turnt up, I'm finna turn 'em down

Tell 'em that I'm back and I still got my fuckin' crown

We don't rap beef, we really clap heat

Put the tip to your lips, that's a black and mild

Fuck these hipsters and their fuckin' style

I'd rather wear my own shit, fuck a hand-me-down

And fuck all of these fake lean sippers

Above dreams, these niggas ain't seen different

They played the wrong roles, now my scene different

I'm a dog with this shit and these fleas itchin'

Used to do shit for free, now the fee is different

Cause I done came up, now I need interest

I said fuck tryna please, nigga

I'm like please, nigga, shout out to my team, nigga

[Hook]

I said we good over here

I said we good over here, I swear, I swear, I swear

I said we good over here

I said we good over here, I swear, I swear, I swear

[Verse 2]

I'm just tryna stack these ten bars

Where the fuck these labels at? They shoulda been called

I be goin' off the handle

Nigga think he hard, I'ma tell him pull his pants down

I'm on hold with Interscope

Let me click over for Def Jam

If they ain't talkin' a couple mil'

Then they can just forget it, fam

Cause I be spittin' crack, make a rap bitch snort a line

In the studio, you ain't got a hit, you wastin' time

Most of these rappers fake, they was lame before they made a song

I've been the shit, and that's word to my fuckin' mom

New scarf on my head, niggas thinkin' I'm a Crip

And my Blood got on blood, we on some gangsta shit

Born to get money and I'm too legit to quit

No handouts, nigga, I'ma get it how I live

[Hook]