Lil’ Wayne – Try Me Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Okay I’ma throw a tantrum on this beat, now who wanna play fetch?

When it comes to the drugs, boy we shop at Payless

Shawty came too many times, left the whole bed wet

[?] I’m the Blood Method Man, Redman

A scared man a dead man, can I get an amen?

You done bought all of them guns and ain’t nobody dead yet

Catch your pussy ass in traffic, aim at the head rest

Got your bitch on her knees lookin’ like she legless

Like I can’t trust my iPhone, I can’t trust the clique I ride for

If I see ’em in the streets, I’ma have to treat ’em like a rival

I’m a pleasure to your eyeballs, I’m so fly, shop at Skymall

Mama never bought me knockoffs, Lord I need some wood to knock on

Lil Tunechi, I’m a movie, get your gummy bears and popcorn

I got somethin’ very hot on my hip, I get my hip hop on

And this little red dot gon’ help me hit a nigga spot on

Point guard with the bullets, you say Rajon, I say Rajon

Hold up, we them boys, we them wild boys

I hold my pistol sideways when I shoot, that’s for style points

Menace to society, menace to myself though

Bend but don’t break, my niggas call me elbow

And you don’t want no problem, I’ma problem

My AK just keep shootin’, it’s on autopilot

Tunechi what’s your fuckin’ problem? I got fuckin’ problems

Bad bitch on top of me, she started from the bottom

On that Cognac and that loud pack, that loud pack

You gotta shoot the rat when it gets too big for the mousetrap

Shoot at me and I’ma smile back and then I "Pow" back

Flip you over like a kayak, bitch it’s combat

Bitch I’m Tommy gun Tunechi, favorite color ruby

Made enough to quit but I keep makin’ up excuses

Triple A dick, that’s amazin’ and amusin’

I’m sedated and secluded, I’m the greatest and improvin’

Cause my baby mama say I’m livin’ wrong

Well if I die then I guess she dead right

Catch me walkin’ on this mothafuckin’ water, nigga

I catch your pussy ass at a red light

And you gon’ hear that blocka, that blocka

I represent my killers like Johnnie Cochran

We kidnap mamas and toddlers

We don’t give a fuck if their ass a doctor

Brief moment of silence for Chris Wallace

Soulja Slim, Pac, Pimp C, I hope they’re smilin’

And Weezy still hot as, tamales

My private plane got that wi-fi and that wireless

I’m so sorry for the wait

[Verse 2: Mack Maine]

Spread your legs, girl, I’m tryna break the headboard

I’m a fiend for the bread, I want the whole DeJ Loaf

My Chinese chick just want a blunt and some [?]

She a squirter so we don’t fuck on my Versace sheets

My whole crew’ll skate on you like a hockey team

It’s like Wayne Gretzky meets Jeremy Shockey

We Young Money Mafia, I rep what I rep

Try to throw salt on my name and I’ll put pep in your step

Put your gloves on, nigga please get you a grip

And I bet you rest in peace when I let this bitch rip

The money runnin’ like water, check the cash flow

My weed funky like armpits and asshole

Potato on the nine, when we creep we mash slow

And make sure them kids get everything they ask for

My bitch in London said she’s a Mack Mainiac

And her sister love Tune, she a Wayniac

It’s like she’s two different persons, she be chillin’, she be cursin’

Cry a river, squirt a ocean, fuck fast in slow motion

Man I know Soulja proud of me (yah heard me?)

Man I know Soulja Slim proud of me (ya heard me?)

Tha Carter 5 a classic, sorry that it’s late

And I ain’t apologetic but sorry for the wait

Tha Carter 5 a classic, sorry that it’s late

And I usually ain’t apologetic but sorry for the wait