Try me might fight
F*ck bitch Like Mike
Poppin pills like Mike and Ike
All that bullshit I don't like
Try me bitch fight
Wrist heavy get it right
Drop a bitch end a night
F*ck bitch Like Mike
Karma's a bitch and that shit gon' be served
All of this money man you don't deserve
You on the bench like a f*cking reserve
Waiting for buses, I'm checking my compass
I don't got no morals, I don't pay no mind
I'm from the South where the fists are all blind
Don't need a bitch to be crowding my time
Calling up Mike he just him a line
Hit him a line, hit him a bump
F*ck out my face, are you tryna get slumped
F*ck all that pussy shit, f*ck getting jumped
Me and my friends we got smoke to dispense
Reps up you know there's a hundred of them
Catch up, like condiment, you know what time it is
You will not hear from them ever again
You will not hear from them ever again
Try me might fight
F*ck bitch Like Mike
Poppin pills like Mike and Ike
All that bullshit I don't like
Try me bitch fight
Wrist heavy get it right
Drop a bitch end a night
F*ck bitch Like Mike
Lace up my shoes just to run from my problems
I don't got no answers don't know how to solve it
Bitches distract me by slopping the top
On occasion I feel it but they cannot stop it
I just been killing my beats
I just been staying inside like I just signed the lease
Dorm 211 that's floor 2 of Morris
Where this shit been born it's too hot like some porridge
Pour up a shot cause we don't know no better
Stripe up the herb shit is green like the sweater
Turtleneck vibing I'm out of my shell
No I am not signed but I'm giving 'em hell
Posting up pics 'cause shit might as well
Give her the stick, get off my sail
Riding my coattails you might be a peon
My peacoat like pico de gallo I feed off of bitches that can't handle heat like they Lebron
Key in my pocket I turn it to start
Imma go just like a cart
There is a hole in my heart
No I don't fill it I use it for leverage
I turn into ice like the shit in your beverage
Like cokehead, to stoner, to skinhead
We win yet?
I don't really know what is next for me, sit back and care for me
All of my moves planned so carefully
Don't really worry we living so carefree
The paw of the South, the dirtiest lefty
No you cannot best me
I need all that shit til my bands getting hefty
Try me might fight
F*ck bitch Like Mike
Poppin pills like Mike and Ike
All that bullshit I don't like
Try me bitch fight
Wrist heavy get it right
Drop a bitch end a night
F*ck bitch Like Mike
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Try me might fight
F*ck bitch Like Mike
Poppin pills like Mike and Ike
All that bullshit I don't like
Try me bitch fight
Wrist heavy get it right
Drop a bitch end a night
F*ck bitch Like Mike
Karma's a bitch and that shit gon' be served
All of this money man you don't deserve
You on the bench like a f*cking reserve
Waiting for buses, I'm checking my compass
I don't got no morals, I don't pay no mind
I'm from the South where the fists are all blind
Don't need a bitch to be crowding my time
Calling up Mike he just him a line
Hit him a line, hit him a bump
F*ck out my face, are you tryna get slumped
F*ck all that pussy shit, f*ck getting jumped
Me and my friends we got smoke to dispense
Reps up you know there's a hundred of them
Catch up, like condiment, you know what time it is
You will not hear from them ever again
You will not hear from them ever again
Try me might fight
F*ck bitch Like Mike
Poppin pills like Mike and Ike
All that bullshit I don't like
Try me bitch fight
Wrist heavy get it right
Drop a bitch end a night
F*ck bitch Like Mike
Lace up my shoes just to run from my problems
I don't got no answers don't know how to solve it
Bitches distract me by slopping the top
On occasion I feel it but they cannot stop it
I just been killing my beats
I just been staying inside like I just signed the lease
Dorm 211 that's floor 2 of Morris
Where this shit been born it's too hot like some porridge
Pour up a shot cause we don't know no better
Stripe up the herb shit is green like the sweater
Turtleneck vibing I'm out of my shell
No I am not signed but I'm giving 'em hell
Posting up pics 'cause shit might as well
Give her the stick, get off my sail
Riding my coattails you might be a peon
My peacoat like pico de gallo I feed off of bitches that can't handle heat like they Lebron
Key in my pocket I turn it to start
Imma go just like a cart
There is a hole in my heart
No I don't fill it I use it for leverage
I turn into ice like the shit in your beverage
Like cokehead, to stoner, to skinhead
We win yet?
I don't really know what is next for me, sit back and care for me
All of my moves planned so carefully
Don't really worry we living so carefree
The paw of the South, the dirtiest lefty
No you cannot best me
I need all that shit til my bands getting hefty
Try me might fight
F*ck bitch Like Mike
Poppin pills like Mike and Ike
All that bullshit I don't like
Try me bitch fight
Wrist heavy get it right
Drop a bitch end a night
F*ck bitch Like Mike
F*ck bitch Like Mike
Poppin pills like Mike and Ike
All that bullshit I don't like
Try me bitch fight
Wrist heavy get it right
Drop a bitch end a night
F*ck bitch Like Mike
Karma's a bitch and that shit gon' be served
All of this money man you don't deserve
You on the bench like a f*cking reserve
Waiting for buses, I'm checking my compass
I don't got no morals, I don't pay no mind
I'm from the South where the fists are all blind
Don't need a bitch to be crowding my time
Calling up Mike he just him a line
Hit him a line, hit him a bump
F*ck out my face, are you tryna get slumped
F*ck all that pussy shit, f*ck getting jumped
Me and my friends we got smoke to dispense
Reps up you know there's a hundred of them
Catch up, like condiment, you know what time it is
You will not hear from them ever again
You will not hear from them ever again
Try me might fight
F*ck bitch Like Mike
Poppin pills like Mike and Ike
All that bullshit I don't like
Try me bitch fight
Wrist heavy get it right
Drop a bitch end a night
F*ck bitch Like Mike
Lace up my shoes just to run from my problems
I don't got no answers don't know how to solve it
Bitches distract me by slopping the top
On occasion I feel it but they cannot stop it
I just been killing my beats
I just been staying inside like I just signed the lease
Dorm 211 that's floor 2 of Morris
Where this shit been born it's too hot like some porridge
Pour up a shot cause we don't know no better
Stripe up the herb shit is green like the sweater
Turtleneck vibing I'm out of my shell
No I am not signed but I'm giving 'em hell
Posting up pics 'cause shit might as well
Give her the stick, get off my sail
Riding my coattails you might be a peon
My peacoat like pico de gallo I feed off of bitches that can't handle heat like they Lebron
Key in my pocket I turn it to start
Imma go just like a cart
There is a hole in my heart
No I don't fill it I use it for leverage
I turn into ice like the shit in your beverage
Like cokehead, to stoner, to skinhead
We win yet?
I don't really know what is next for me, sit back and care for me
All of my moves planned so carefully
Don't really worry we living so carefree
The paw of the South, the dirtiest lefty
No you cannot best me
I need all that shit til my bands getting hefty
Try me might fight
F*ck bitch Like Mike
Poppin pills like Mike and Ike
All that bullshit I don't like
Try me bitch fight
Wrist heavy get it right
Drop a bitch end a night
F*ck bitch Like Mike
Writer: Chandler Smith
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