Try Again

[Intro]
(Who the fuck is that guy? Banga)
Uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Splash shit, get a nigga whacked quick
Graveyard Gang, No Hospital Gang, nigga'll never see a doctor
Uh, uh

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, uh, he play with my gang, tell him try again
Uh, I shoot up his graveyard, make his ass die again
Uh, I keep a stick like a violin
Uh, I was sixteen makin' plays out a stolen Benz
Yeah, I'm makin' plays out a stolen Benz
Too many shots in my Glock, I can't hold 'em in
Uh, hell nah, bitch, I can't hold 'em in
Too many racks in my pocket, can't fold or bend
Yeah, yeah, uh, he play with my gang, tell him try again
Uh, I shoot up his graveyard, make his ass die again
Uh, I keep a stick like a violin
Uh, I was sixteen makin' plays out a stolen Benz
Yeah, I'm makin' plays out a stolen Benz
Too many shots in my Glock, I can't hold 'em in
Uh, hell nah, bitch, I can't hold 'em in
Too many racks in my pocket, can't fold or bend

[Verse]
Uh, big racks on me, can't fold or bend
Foreign stolen car and I ain't change the VIN
Uh, police picked you up, you couldn't hold it in
How is you gangster, but you tellin' on your friends?
Uh, young trap nigga, I get it in
I ran this shit up, now I hang around businessmen
Uh, my pockets full of blue Benjamins
You run up on me, I'ma pop your ass like a ten
Uh, now he wan' try again
Water on my neck and my wrist, come and dive in
Bullets gon' fly through the house that you hidin' in
Now he six feet, but he used to be 5'10"
Uh, I hope out with the gold, you know we a tag team
These rappin'-ass niggas really some drag queens
I pull up shootin' shit, but I'm not an athlete
I have my nigga stretch you, you cannot test me
Can't test me, can't test me
Uh, we takin' your shit and you can't get it back
Bad-ass nigga, been hot, you can go check my thermostat
Too many hoes, can't pick one, play pitty-pat
Uh, designer clothes, I switch 'em, play mix and match
Uh, I hit up the car, now they like, "Where the ceiling at?"
Uh, I used to be broke, now I got me a bigger check
Uh, I put on that drip and I turn up the internet
Uh, I put on that drip and turn up on the Instagram
Uh, young nigga, don't give a damn
Young nigga jumped in the street headfirst like a ram
High-speed chase from the East to the Mound
Uh, I'm poppin' my shit, they look like, "Who is him?"
Uh, I'm the same nigga had to eat off the ground
Uh, if you thinkin' I'm lackin', you drunk off of Crown
Uh, send thirty-two shots, send your ass 'bove the rim

[Chorus]
He play with my gang, tell him try again
Uh, I shoot up his graveyard, make his ass die again
Uh, I keep a stick like a violin
Uh, I was sixteen makin' plays out a stolen Benz
Yeah, I'm makin' plays out a stolen Benz
Too many shots in my Glock, I can't hold 'em in
Uh, hell nah, bitch, I can't hold 'em in
Too many racks in my pocket, can't fold or bend
Yeah, yeah, uh, he play with my gang, tell him try again
Uh, I shoot up his graveyard, make his ass die again
Uh, I keep a stick like a violin
Uh, I was sixteen makin' plays out a stolen Benz
Yeah, I'm makin' plays out a stolen Benz
Too many shots in my Glock, I can't hold 'em in
Uh, hell nah, bitch, I can't hold 'em in
Too many racks in my pocket, can't fold or bend

[Outro]
(Who the fuck is that guy? Banga)