Epsilon - Try Me! Lyrics

I'ma whack on it put it back with a cap on it
I'm in camo in Iran but no ammo
Laid back with a chick in a red flannel
I'ma catch hands like Ash with a Pidgeotto
Pay no mind when I'm paused on the FaceTime
I see through shit that's why I left from your combine
Busted all your LED lights
I bust these flows but my name ain't Rhymes
Why would I diss your corny ass lines
No idols like a BTS climb
You're focused on the BDSI
A BDSM with a fine tan line
Got the beats out told Dre I'ma work on it
Eminem taught me go hard or you're not working
A behemoth in the sheets for the cold season
Tell Pump to face me or just keep running
Innovated when I pull up I just stated
That a motherf*cker licking on my balls like it's sandpaper
Coming down like a cold in the weather
I'ma roll a good joint cause I'm never getting better word
Ate shit till I couldn't taste it
Toothpick on your dick tryna get it famous
I'm a loose leaf gonna blow like a cannon
Couldn't out rap me not even Cannon
Try me if you want to I can guarantee most of you are gonna lose
If you wanna do rap
Better get in your bag
Start writing like a n*gga dissing you on a track yeah
Try me if you want to this game ain't cheap it's Jimmy Choo
If you wanna do rap
Better get in your bag
Start writing like a n*gga dissing you on a track
Yes I'm young but I'm not kidding
Pen game strong you can call me Kid Ink
So you best learn not to dare me use me
Don't push my buttons don't even try me
Yes I'm young but I'm not kidding
Pen game strong you can call me Kid Ink
So you best learn not to dare me use me
Don't push my buttons don't even try me
Don't you know I'ma tear you pieces
Stand in the corner little demon
While you're eating all your peanut butter pieces
Pray to God before Mally starts fiendin
People used to call me the new X
Cause I rocked blue braids drew tats on my face
When I wake up in the morning I be in a better place
Instead of eating Ramen noodles on a styrofoam plate
Y'all just wanna see a rap beef
Mally Vs. Willy betting money with a fee
I could sit around throwin shots at my brother
Like an automatic everybody takin cover
But ain't really into that
Cause I got his back
Like we're in the trap
But I swear if I ever see Tekashi
Bullets gonna fly rule 1 f*ck snitching
Try me if you want to
I can guarantee most of you are gonna lose
If you wanna do rap, better get in your bag
Start writing like a n*gga dissin you on a track yeah
Try me if you want to
This game ain't cheap it's Jimmy Choo
If you wanna do rap, better get your bag
Start writing like a n*gga dissin you a track
If he's mad I didn't mention his name
He can grow a pair but I'll chop em off for the frame
Like a satanist I profit this
Bombs like a Pakistan
Like the midst of war you never knew who you f*cking with
I'm just tryna make music for fun
Not for the bitches or the cars or the drinks you'd pour down
I'm just tryna do me like I've always had
Shut your ass up sit down you're in my class