Lyrics Kyle Hippy – Don’t Try It

Don’t Try It Lyrics – Kyle Hippy

Singer: Kyle Hippy
Title: Don’t Try It

Yeah
I told don’t try it b#tch
If he want then know it’s free but you gon die b#tch
Oh he talking out his #ss gon send him to Cape Cod b#tch

How the f#ck you gangsta if you homies keep on dying n#gg#?
That mean y’all ain’t getting money, yo homies dying trying n#gg#
n#gg#s cap a lot, they do
Say he with that sh#t, he only with it in the booth

He can’t leave his clique, I’m mobbing solo with no crew
Stack it up, I count my money, Count so much my fingers blue
Who the f#ck gon stop me from popping my sh#t
Hotter than wasabi b#tch, I’m popping, you just out the mints

f#cking thotties like a hobby like I get paid for this sh#t
Know some n#gg#s who would drop you for a 16th and a pit
Know some b#tches who would set you up for some dick and a pin
Why these n#gg#s hating me. I prolly f#cked up on they b#tch

Counting 50s, 10s, 20s whole team getting rich
Know we made it out some sh#t so n#gg#s hate us cus we lit
I told don’t try it b#tch
If he want then know it’s free but you gon die b#tch

Oh he talking out his #ss gon send him to Cape Cod b#tch
How the f#ck you gangsta if you homies keep on dying n#gg#?
That mean y’all ain’t getting money, yo homies dying trying n#gg#
n#gg#s cap a lot, they do

Say he with that sh#t, he only with it in the booth
He can’t leave his clique, I’m mobbing solo with no crew
Stack it up, I count my money, Count so much my fingers blue
n#gg#s think they dead so we gon get back in the worst way

n#gg# gotta patch him up he gon need more than first aid
Anything I stand on a b#tch gotta respect that
Ain’t sh#t changed, b#tch it’s Duke Deuce AKA The Fat Mac
Folks hang that chopper out the roof he gon ratatat that

All these n#gg#s do is cap rap, see his chain, n#gg# gon snatch that
Hey baby it’s me ian really worried bout where your man at
Shawty gotta understand that
I told don’t try it b#tch

If he want then know it’s free but you gon die b#tch
Oh he talking out his #ss gon send him to Cape Cod b#tch
How the f#ck you gangsta if you homies keep on dying n#gg#?
That mean y’all ain’t getting money, yo homies dying trying n#gg#

n#gg#s cap a lot, they do
Say he with that sh#t, he only with it in the booth
He can’t leave his clique, I’m mobbing solo with no crew
Stack it up, I count my money, Count so much my fingers blue
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