Don’t Try Me lyrics

Robin Banks

[Intro: Robin Banks]
Double-M
Squad sh*t only man, free the guys
Don't try me n***a, don't try me n***a (x7)

[Chorus: Robin Banks]
I ain't got time for beef
I'm in the streets tryna eat
Don't try me n***a
My shooters shoot to kill
Can't do no lackin' in the field
Don't try me n***a
I'm with the mod 'malis
All my n***as catching bodies
Don't try me n***a
Don't try me n***a
Don't try me n***a
Don't try me n***a

[Verse 1: Robin Banks]
I got youngins ask for blow
Killas all around, you ain't know
Don't try me n***a
Cause I'll bring gunsmoke
Don't take my n***as as a joke
Don't try me n***a
You gettin' ID'd n***a
If you an opp, you gettin' dropped
You gettin' IV'd n***a
You gettin' ID'd n***a
If you an opp, you gettin' dropped
You gettin' IV'd n***a
I'm rappin' and trappin'
They catch me in traffic
Gucci and Louis and Truey, I'm cashin'
Don't get my n***as, I swear we won't have it
Pull up on n***as and just get to clappin'
Greedy in the cut, I swear broski a savage
f**kin' with him, turn your eyes into a tragic
Copped a half ounce, moved the whole box
Got rid of the work, make it look like magic
Squad full of killers but they all my co-accuser
I turn my youngins into hitters
Don't try my n***as
Cause we don't long talk
We solve problems with triggers
Don't try me n***a, don't try me n***a
Don't try me n***a, don't try me n***a
[Chorus: Robin Banks]
I ain't got time for beef
I'm in the streets tryna eat
Don't try me n***a
My shooters shoot to kill
Can't do no lackin' in the field
Don't try me n***a
I'm with the mod 'malis
All my n***as catching bodies
Don't try me n***a
Don't try me n***a
Don't try me n***a
Don't try me n***a

[Verse 2: Robin Banks]
I got youngins ask for blow
Killas all around, you ain't know
Don't try me n***a
They off some pills, off some licks
Sippin' lean, off the sh*ts
Don't try me n***a
SOD, three letters
SOD, three letters
Don't try me n***a, don't try me n***a
Don't try me n***a, don't try me n***a
[Verse 3: Big Billz]
See who's real and who's fake
Let's keep it real
I been in the streets like a license plate
Around tigers, lions, bears, and apes
Rip a man half
That's what we do to snakes
And rats, we treat them the same
Loaded up cha-cha-bang
UpTop, Jane and Finch
I don't think another hood's the same
That fifth kick like new Cane
I stir the pot, the spoon breaks
One-fifty on the highway
Like I'm tryna dodge an earthquake
Y'all b*t*h n***as can't relate
I told my n***as, hold the faith
The ones that's locked down
Behind them steel doors, still prayin'
Loyalty ain't the same
They gotta run through your veins
Cause a lotta n***as will change
We they start seeing the lil change

[Verse 2: Robin Banks] (Repeated Verse)
I got youngins ask for blow
Killas all around, you ain't know
Don't try me n***a
They off some pills, off some licks
Sippin' lean, off the sh*ts
Don't try me n***a
SOD, three letters
SOD, three letters
Don't try me n***a, don't try me n***a
Don't try me n***a, don't try me n***a

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