ฟังเพลงWhy Try? (Explicit)

Why Try? - SAS/JR Writer

You know yeah SAS Streets All Salute

J.R. Writer Dutchbeatz yeah we the BG's

I been patient fam' stuck in this crazy land

Where men will lick your head off your shoulders so they can make a grand

No snitching naw I'm 'bout to take a stand

My trumpet get the spitting you thinking it's finna make the band

No safety blow like it's A.C

Call me bird's eye you heard why I make P's

I'm about my wealth

So I need a range rover that named after a book that's about myself

And it's over Dosha when I flip and put the razors to your face

I ain't talking 'bout a Motorola

Big claims know you won't clap back at us

I have your whole strip running like they trying to catch a bus

Oh you selling drugs you can get your melon slugged

Then get swept off of your feet like you fell in love

I can fight but the guns preferred

We them Dipset thunder birds now watch we rain on them

Why try you're gon' die I

Pull up in a drop with the pistol cocked

When I pop I'm waving bye-bye

You don't drive by all you do is drive by

They call Byrd Gang you heard fam'

We fly high

Why try you're gon' die I

Pull up in a drop with the pistol cocked

When I pop I'm waving bye-bye

You don't drive by all you do is drive by

They call Byrd Gang you heard fam'

We fly high

Okay Writer

My my I'm sky high the fly guy

Pull up to your b**ch escape with a whip from space I'm talking sci-fi

Why try to out do me I doubt truly

'Cause J's an ape so stay in your place

I ain't never been a slouch Scooby

Listen you not as sharp I'm getting the gwope to start

You ain't seen bigger m's since the McDonalds arc

These gangstas Pac at heart in front of your b**ch

To turn and look like what who you coming with miss

You my son get the drift

So right now I be dissing myself

If I called you a son of a b**ch

Give it up for the dips 'cause it seem so simple

Yet I'm so sick like a Ne-yo single

I will blast them leave them I a casket box

Sleeping with the saddest 'ock for leaping like an astronaut

I keep the tech sucka

So I don't care if your pops marry my mother

How dare you step brother

Why try you're gon' die I

Pull up in a drop with the pistol cocked

When I pop I'm waving bye-bye

You don't drive by all you do is drive by

They call Byrd Gang you heard fam'

We fly high

Why try you're gon' die I

Pull up in a drop with the pistol cocked

When I pop I'm waving bye-bye

You don't drive by all you do is drive by

They call Byrd Gang you heard fam'

We fly high

Come on man