Tink — Try Me Chicago Remix

[Hook: Dej Loaf] 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 [Chorus 1:Tink] Let a nigga try me, try me I'ma get him gone like Illuminati Cause we ain't playing up in Chicago 30 make him yell like he a soprano Let a nigga try me, try me I'ma shoot his face like a picture ID Let them know that we ain't playing up in Chicago Lay them boys down like a lot of dominoes [Verse 1:Tink] Pop a nigga frame like he was a garter Run up in his crib like Mr. Rogers Flip his ass quick put him in gymnastics Bitch we go to war like we being drafted Tell Lil Durk let's have a party with my lil shawtys We ain't getting drunk, but they bringing 40s I could murder with my fashion you niggas lacking About to drop a body feel like I'm contracting Better be rushing to the bank walking like a model Your man give me neck till I feel his tonsils My lil homie got the tech loaded for you bastards Bet he touch a nigga like say a pastor They say I be slaying on my Kim K, where my corset? Youngest bitch fucking up these streets like my name was North West My bitches don't want to talk like a case of strep throat We rather just get up on it, word to fucking Dej Loaf Bullets clear you out your brain now you need a mentor Blow a nigga down like he in a windstorm All I do is say the word they be running over Kill a nigga in a week call it that ebola [Hook: Dej Loaf] [Verse 2:Lil Durk] Dej got the .40, I got the mac up Bullets to his face, police call for backup And just because I rap I still a whack some Niggas need grammys, they straight actors Free RondoNumbaNine he just caught a body RIP to Nuski, my cousin called me I seen my cousin bleeding I damn near lost it Thats why I gotta ride through all the opp shit I don't do relations so don't waste it Bitch ain't send me money, I had to face it And since my car white they'll swear I'm racist She say she freak nasty so I'm on that shit Niggas snitching here, he'll get his face lift Bitch I'm from Chicago where we go ape shit If we catch a hommie we don't say shit Even rappers know we ain't who to play with I can't wife a eater, I just freak her Pass her to my niggas like a blunt of reefer 30 don’t jam it's like aquafina Free my nigga Jam that lil boy a demon And since I got my deal, I feel important I live what I rap and just record it They tried to give me 10 if I didn't have a lawyer Niggas out here snitching, they're straight informers Try Me! Try Me! Bullets got his name on it like a ID Sipping on the lean is like my IV My crazy life, I feel like YG [Hook: Dej Loaf] [Verse 3:Montana of 300] Ay let a nigga try me, try me I'm a kill his whole mothafuckin' family Put him on TV like the Cosbys I'll be bustin' through ya door like it's Johnny Got the shotty in my pants walkin' like a zombie Black gloves, black mask when I'm doin' grimey Everybody gettin' headshots like an I.D Follow niggas just to shoot 'em like the paparazzi And I ain't spairin' nobody I'll pop up at his wake and kill his fuckin' auntie Keep that 40 right beside me like we Siamese I stay ready 24/7 tell 'em come and find me Kill you then go kill a beat that's a double homi I'm Lebron with the heat Jordan in the 90's I'm the fuckin' greatest, Ali Tyson mixed with Floyd that's why the wanna sign me Snap my fingers bitches on me it's like I'm Fonzie Need a bitch that's 'bout her money like Bonny I got shooters right beside me and more behind me My two chains iceberg but you ain't gon' rob me Make a gangsta lean pop him like a molly We gon' leave him with the show, money and a body Shout out my nigga G-boy shout out to Dondi Broski high as palm trees lookin' Chinese Shout out to my fans I promise to keep it comin' Same nigga still strapped still reppin' dirty or nothin' man I been sonning you niggas, I feel like I'm Mr. Drummond Packin' heat just like an oven you niggas know how I'm comin' Got that 30 and this 40 Nick Cannon how I be drummin' I put niggas underground I feel like Harriet Tubman Hope them angels watchin' over you and you real good at duckin' Once I up that bitch I'm bussin' my nigga ain't no discussion 40 bang 'em in the head boy that ain't no concussion Keep that nina in the club I told Keisha to sneak the gun in Get to fussin' and my girl gon' smoke him like David Ruffin and Got you main bitch on my woody so niggas know that I'm buzzin' Puttin' dick up in your women she feel it all in her stomach While working 9 to 5s I'm piping her like I'm plumbin' Talkin' shit ridin' clean sumthin' like a preacher Black tints super keyed up with my heater Steppin' out fresh as hell everyday it's Easter Tell them haters move around like they fuckin' lease up High school gettin' head from my student teacher Big shout out to Tina she was an eater Boy there's level to this monster I feel like Frieza Illest nigga to ever come out a set of speakers Everytime I drop a remix the rappers freeze up Bitch I gotta feed my sons I won't ever ease up Got a bitch that got a friend say she wanna team up Shawty always call me when she want that pussy beat up Ass fatter than Serena you shoulda seen her Put that bitch up on the wall y'all Mona Lisa Then I laid her on her back while I had her feet up She like when I fuck her slow and when I speed up All my haters in the bleachers get your cheese up If you really doin' you then what you watching me for Homie you don't wanna smoke you don't want no beef bruh Slide on money like a Visa and get to squeezin' Only aimin' at your windows glass cleaner Cook a nigga slide him in a box like a pizza Pussy, catch a body then catch amnesia Ain't no talkin' to the refs get your ass T'd up [Hook - Dej Loaf] [Bridge x2 - Montana of 300] Ay let a nigga try me, try me I'm a kill his whole mothafuckin' family I swear to god I ain't playin' with no body Ask about me and my niggas bitch we got them bodies