Try Me by Quilly Lyrics
[Intro: Quilly]
Hey, June turn me up a lil' bit
Ya' mean. Now everybody wanna call my phone
Don't call my phone ( don't call me!)
[Verse 1: Quilly]
Haters see my instagram, now he wanna rob me
He ain't know I have that 33 on me ; Scotty!
Rest in peace to Whitney, I'm sellin' Bobby
Smokers call me cuz I got them oils like the Ahkis
I'ma need a 1,000 baggies
100 yard dash before them pigs grab me
I collect belts, nigga that's my hobby
Pull up in a white JAG, used to catch the trolley
I be Uptown, that's where you can find me
Or Huntington Park, chillin with my nigga Papi
Or catch me down Badlands with some Mamis
Or might be down Tasker, where it get grimey
Shout out my nigga Kre, he gon catch a homi
Dirtbike Rell, he be 12'o clockin'
And shout out to my mixtape, it's poppin'
You don't wanna see my cousin face in a stocking
Your girl know my brother got them percs rockin'
Welcome home Pun, my nigga just did 10
I don't gotta play the block no more, you're trippin'
My phone pop like a nigga with the bricks in
I had to let my chips stacks; Pringles
That's a lot of money off of one single
And I be in the field, more stripes than a Bengal
I got that FN cuz niggas' on angles
And if it's bout' a hoe, don't run that shit by me
Shout out E & Red's, the niggas' that signed me
And I ain't playin wit nobody
I'ma kill your whole mothafuckin' family
[chrous]
Let a nigga try me, try me. I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family. And I ain't playin with nobody. Fuck around and I'm a catch a body
Let a nigga try me, try me. I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family. And I ain't playin with nobody. Fuck around and I'm a catch a body
Hey, June turn me up a lil' bit
Ya' mean. Now everybody wanna call my phone
Don't call my phone ( don't call me!)
[Verse 1: Quilly]
Haters see my instagram, now he wanna rob me
He ain't know I have that 33 on me ; Scotty!
Rest in peace to Whitney, I'm sellin' Bobby
Smokers call me cuz I got them oils like the Ahkis
I'ma need a 1,000 baggies
100 yard dash before them pigs grab me
I collect belts, nigga that's my hobby
Pull up in a white JAG, used to catch the trolley
I be Uptown, that's where you can find me
Or Huntington Park, chillin with my nigga Papi
Or catch me down Badlands with some Mamis
Or might be down Tasker, where it get grimey
Shout out my nigga Kre, he gon catch a homi
Dirtbike Rell, he be 12'o clockin'
And shout out to my mixtape, it's poppin'
You don't wanna see my cousin face in a stocking
Your girl know my brother got them percs rockin'
Welcome home Pun, my nigga just did 10
I don't gotta play the block no more, you're trippin'
My phone pop like a nigga with the bricks in
I had to let my chips stacks; Pringles
That's a lot of money off of one single
And I be in the field, more stripes than a Bengal
I got that FN cuz niggas' on angles
And if it's bout' a hoe, don't run that shit by me
Shout out E & Red's, the niggas' that signed me
And I ain't playin wit nobody
I'ma kill your whole mothafuckin' family
[chrous]
Let a nigga try me, try me. I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family. And I ain't playin with nobody. Fuck around and I'm a catch a body
Let a nigga try me, try me. I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family. And I ain't playin with nobody. Fuck around and I'm a catch a body