Try Ya Luck

[Intro: Quelly Woo]
(Zito, this shit wicked, brodie)
Huh, like
Hold on, yeah, like
Huh, huh, huh, yeah
Huh, gllah-gllah-gllah
Huh, hold on
Yeah

[Chorus: Quelly Woo & Set da Trend]
Setty, pass me the Rah, got me higher (It do)
This .40 gon' sing like a choir (Uh-huh)
Spin your block like a dryer
Then wet it up like a firefighter (Gllah, gllah)
TP, pass me the Lu, Rah ain't bustin' enough (Lu-Lu)
Think I'm lackin', you see me, you better just duck
Up in Clocc with a hundred, I'm coolin' with Dupp'
Tryna run up, try your luck (Try your luck)

[Verse 1: Set da Trend]
Send him to AJ, we gon' fly him up (Fly him up)
Do him like JT, tryna wrap him up
Cap in your raps, we know that you a bluff
(Cap in your raps, we know that you a bluff)

[Verse 2: Fr33Bandit]
Call up Setty, bro pass me the knocker
If he throw up the GD, you know I'ma drop it
Smooch wanna rump, now I'm gettin' inside her
Can't love her, I only one-night her
I'm punchin' my lungs, shit gettin' me higher
If it's up then it's stuck, pull up, like a diaper
E Roy in the cut, long range like a sniper
Shorty my type, she dead think I like her

[Verse 3: Quelly Woo]
We goin' up, like a hiker
Up the chop', pass it like a cypher
Duppy the 'ooter, no hesi', gon' fire (Gllah, gllah)
He talkin' hot, put that boy on a flyer
Used to be bummy, now a nigga flyer (Flyer)
I'm the man totin' on the iron (Iron), no Tony Stark
Move lowkey like Kent, no Clark, like (Like)
Setty wit' me get a nigga parked (Parked), no Rosa (Rosa), like
Feelin' lucky, four-leaf clover, gun jam, run him over (Over)

[Verse 4: Set da Trend & Fr33Bandit]
I ain't shootin' from deep, I'ma walk up, get closer
So many deads, who the fuck I'ma roll up?
Said that you spinnin', but you never showed up
Know I'm droppin' the fours, we do not get jiggy
Poppin' the Yellow, he got popped
How many niggas done died on your block?
Smokin' Jiggy Man pops, know I do that a lot
Smokin' Jiggy Man pops, yeah, I do it a lot

[Verse 5: Fr33Bandit]
Like, what? Off a Perc', got me bustin'
Step in the party, I turn up the function
He a opp, we gon' rush him
Bro got a broomstick, he gon' dust him
Ass fat, can't control it
Make it bounce, then she roll it
Love handles, let me hold it
Get her wetter and wet when I stroke it
Goin' deep when I swim in your ocean
Don't run, like, "Girl, where you goin'?"
Touch your toes, slow motion
When I'm in it I can't lose focus

[Chorus: Quelly Woo & Set da Trend]
Setty, pass me the Rah, got me higher (It do)
This .40 gon' sing like a choir (Uh-huh)
Spin your block like a dryer
Then wet it up like a firefighter (Gllah, gllah)
TP, pass me the Lu, Rah ain't bustin' enough (Lu-Lu)
Think I'm lackin', you see me, you better just duck
Up in Clocc with a hundred, I'm coolin' with Dupp'
Tryna run up, try your luck (Try your luck)

[Outro: Quelly Woo & Set da Trend]
Gllah-gllah-gllah-gllah (Like, what?)
Like, try your luck (Luck)
TP, walk up, just dump (Uh-huh, ah)
Setty wit' me, he totin' the–, uh (Gllah, gllah)
Bandit wit' me, he totin' the–, uh