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Lyrify.me

Try Me by Mental Breakdown Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2020

(Chorus)
Get the guns, cock the shotty. We got beef with everybody
Get the guns, cock the shotty. The past is the past it's put behind me
Get the guns, cock the shotty. Think I got soft? Try me
Think I got soft? Try me. Think I got soft? Try me

(Verse)
Don't sit at the head of the table, I need to be watching the door
When they come in, gripping them cables. I'll whip out my weapon of war
Like something up out of a fable, but I won't be wielding a sword
Go ahead flipping the page through. You might want to skip through the gore
I killed your guardian angel to see how endanger it made you
I pulled one out, popped her mouth like giving these bitches a facial
That's the reason your peoples won't face you. Don't worry I'm selling them basil
And mixing that shit with some K2. So player you better be grateful
I don't play with you cats like a string
I walked out that womb and then crowned me the king
Emental a goon, Breakdown is the ring
Samara in tombs throw you down in the drink
Oh well, you're screwed, look down you'll sink
Lassie'll leave you far down there to think
Exactly the move if you're passing the plant
I got bastards of pastors that's passing the stink
Oh, that's coming to me? Passing the L like you taking a loss
Smashing your tail lights just breaking them off
Trashing you house might just bring in the law
Having your bail tight then banking it all
(Chorus)
Get the guns, cock the shotty. We got beef with everybody
Get the guns, cock the shotty. The past is the past it's put behind me
Get the guns, cock the shotty. Think I got soft? Try me
Think I got soft? Try me. Think I got soft? Try me

(Verse)
Enter the door where the mind exists
Mine is this where the time just ticks due to timelessness
Yo. Violence is what violence does If mine just clicks would you try this judge?
Try this .9 with a nine inch slug and a bomb at the bottom of the Glock that's tucked, yo
Get this jawn 'fore I off her, nah not a deal from the bosses
Calling all lambs to the slaughter. Shorty saw shotty without sawdust
Acting like a fire's in The Office. If you want a war then call us
Hundred other bodies between all us. There's soldiers in the field stay cautious
Said watch you back I got your front. got your strap? I got the blunt
Got the trap? I got the hunt. One in the chamber I got enough
I don't give up I can vibe with the blood g forgot to discuss I kind of disgust me
Kahn with the Kamidogu I could've died came back not rusty. Trust me
This ain't no game like a cutscene
Like a blind man's dream I'm unseen
Unclean believe I'm above mean
Hit you in the gut like a rupt' spleen
Leave you looking out like a drug fiend
I know what you did so just come clean
Believe you underage like a drunk teen
(Chorus)
Get the guns, cock the shotty. We got beef with everybody
Get the guns, cock the shotty. The past is the past it's put behind me
Get the guns, cock the shotty. Think I got soft? Try me
Think I got soft? Try me. Think I got soft? Try me