Try me by P-Tree Lyrics

[Verse 1: P-Tree]
They thought I was pussy
You do what you can for the goodie bag
I put in work for the footy
Go ahead and overlook goofy man
I don’t read bios
Leak files
Or other cheap scams
I don’t need fans
I got weekend plans
I don’t freak and lie awake
Needing xans
I don’t Peter Pan
I don’t even mind
Being a man
I just weed to stand
I just beat off
And left a piece on a Stan
I’m a pretty sure he’s a cop
But I bleached my hands
Come on P why you gotta do em like that
Cause they thought I was pussy
And I’m far from a rookie
You shook to ran
If I don’t like him
I never shook his hand
If he ain’t bumping
Then don’t book the man
I’m plucking nugs off
Of the cookiе strain
I’ll clip your nuts off
And push to your brain
Oh wait it’s absent
I don’t need to play classics
I do make my graphics
And give a fat shit
About my craft bitch
I don’t stay on my mattrеss
When the clock go off
It’s just time to stack riches
You don’t need to act bitchy
I’ll just laugh like Richie
But
With the heart of a Lionel
Very likeable
And still very tribal
I’ll hit your spinal
[Verse 2: Bank$]
They said I couldn't do it