☆ Try everything (1)

[Verse 1: Ransom]

Trick wants game, who? they ain’t what Ran do

Know a lot of niggas that’ll love to command you

Ran 9/11, white legs, but the lamb blue

Let the broads get it, that’s the one thing I can’t do

Brought her to the crib, she ain’t never want to leave

Put the same clothes on, now she’s sweating out of weed

Wait a second I believe, she was checking my degrees

Told a nigga hit it raw, I ain’t catching your disease

I know you wonder why she even in the house

Told her make herself at home, now I feed up on the couch

Tried to give her ass a hint, like I’m leaving you, I’m out

Told me keep it on the low cause you’re cheating on your spouse

Peg Bundy, married with a baby

Found a nigga daddy get some karats for his lady

Knocked up with that, I wouldn’t have that if you paid me

Where you live? Right here? Get your ass out my Mercedes

[Verse 2: Dibiasi]

Fuck you, leave you, that’s what Di do

Busy chasing money, I’mma see you when I see you

Tell it to your face, boo, I’m not the one to chase you

Replace you, erase you, and that’s word to Jesus

Had to dress every day, a freak of flying

In the malls every day, I’mma frickin’ buy you?

You just talk about it, you’re a freaking liar

Trying to be like me, but you can’t I frikin try you

Back to baby girl, trying to rock your lady world

Lift her in the air like ways doing baby curls

I’m the Bench & Givenchy

Jumping in and out the Bentley, same color as ment leaves

That’s why these nigga resent me

If not that, there’s a bitch who is envi-

First she fell in love, with that nigga

Then you fell in love with me cause I’m that nigga

[Verse 3: Jane Doe]

I was in one bedroom, living in the projects

Studios on a yacht, cash on my concepts

Was a young lady, born in the 80′s

Whip sweet like pastries, 80 on the Mercedes

If Anna made me Django getting crazy

Ran come for the lady, AK’s and 3 80′s

Ladies wanna taste me, niggas wanna date me

Cut offs and pasties , butts off then taste it

I be like nigga please, Jane everything a nigga need

Heart so cold, I don’t know how they be sweating me

Using these niggas, they be mad but they be letting me

Pussy have them make them beg, call like they’re referees

Best believe these bitches try everything to get to me

My hands in the sand, layed up under the canopy

Pink and black Glock like what you think though

Butt to the head: Ocho Cinco

It’s ridiculous what niggas do to get look at this

How they’re stalking me, twit pic-ing this

Never hitting this, none of y’all ever getting this

All my exes out in Texas, force to reminisce

‘Member this, Jane as good as it gets

I’m the vet, no Khaled, but I swear that I’m the best

Watch me kill ‘em with the no, I don’t even break a sweat

That’s the bet, get it, go ahead dady, cash the check