Lets Try That Again

(I love you so much more, Koffi)
(I'm working on dying)
Woah, woah, ayy, let's try it again
Woah, woah, ayy, let's try it again

Woah, you niggas be peons, yeah
I keep throwing up, got neon guts
Bro hit the gas, they eat our dust
Them boys so broke, they could not be us
I got sticks, can not be touched

Boy I got a stick, I'll pop you up
I got it, it's so obvious
I could put that on my momma, yeah
I'll go shoot your momma up

We might show up at your party, yeah
It ain't no surprise, we shot it up
Yeah, ayy, let's try it again
Woah, woah, let's try it again

I had been ran a bag up before my opponent
I've been working on dying, like is that important
I woke up today, got a bag in the morning
And I forgot that I ran through that bag yesterday

It's okay cause I got a new bag, I was hungry
I got a stick on me, I'm not tryna play
If you play 23, to your head, Michael Jordan
Boom, boom, boom, skrrt, skrrt, off

We pop yo' top then we floor it
Bitch I'ma buy what I want, I don't care what it cost
You know I got the racks, I adore it, ay
I got them racks, I'm important, ay
I'm finna leave with no warning, ay
Boy, I been sipping on red, I'm limping off
But I can't stop me from pouring, ay

Hellcat engine roaring
Man yo' ho so boring, ay
Brand new coupe I floor it, ay
I be high, I'm soaring
My diamonds wet as hell it's pouring
Yeah, I try to ignore it, ay
I got an AP on my body, yeah
Scars all on my body, yeah

Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick
I rock Rick, yeah
We got blicks, blicks, blicks, blicks, blicks

We gon' blitz, yeah
I'm so damn in love with this lil' girl
She hold my blick, yeah
We pop out with guns and rock his world

He think he big, yeah
Ay
Woah
Woah, woah, woah

Let's try it again
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, let's try it again
Woah, let's try it again

Woah, let's try it again
Woah, you niggas be peons, yeah
I keep throwing up, got neon guts,
Bro hit the gas, they eat our dust
Them boys so broke, they could not be us
I got sticks, can not be touched

Boy I got a stick, I'll pop you up
(Woah, woah)
Yeah, Tripp, that boy so popular, yeah
But he still gon' pop you up
Woah, woah, woah
Let's go

Two sticks on my body, yeah
It was me that shot you, up

Woah, let's try it again

Woah, woah, woah
Fuck her and her friend
Woah, woah, woah
Am I going, It depends
Woah, woah, woah
Let's try it again

Woah, you niggas be peons, yeah
I keep throwing up, got neon guts
Bro hit the gas, they eat our dust
Them boys so broke, they could not be us
I got sticks, can not be touched

Boy I got a stick, I'll pop you up
I got it, it's so obvious
Yeah
Woah, I tried it again
Woah

Ayy, I'm fucking on her and her friend, uh
I'm making 200 bands, uh
I'm on a flight never land, uh
I'm making hundreds of bands, uh

I tried it again
(I'm working on dying)



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Writer(s): Koffi Nodem
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