Tryouts by Kin$oul Lyrics

[Intro]
D. Rein
Yeah, what
Huh, Kin
I'm really getting tired of you niggas man
Real, ayy

[Chorus]
I don't really care about the shits you say
I don't really care about the shits you play
When it comes to music, bitch, I'ma make my way
Who has to stay at it cause I need my space, ayy

[Verse]
Flow so sick, I'ma die off that
Make more money, I'ma grind off that
Got my dick out like bitch, you better grind on that
Money on my mind and I can't take my mind off that, ayy
Drip drop with the swag, switch the weather up
Niggas talking shit like what, this whatever bruh
Fuck the games that these nigga play, switch the levels up
Now time to level up
Where the bread at, I could've swear you said this a bakery
Niggas say they real, but really, all I see is fakery
Balling out like the major leagues, I only let bitches play with me
Niggas say they running up, what you think you gon' take from me
Bitch, I'd-I'd die 'bout that shit
All my niggas here and we go write 'bout that shit
Team Rocket Glock, bitch, I'd make you fly out that whip
Running laps around these nigga like some tryouts and shit
[Outro]
Bitch