Try Me - Intellectual

[Intro: Quilly]

Hey, June turn me up a lil' bit

Ya' mean. Now everybody wanna call my phone

Don't call my phone ( don't call me!)

Haters see my instagram, now he wanna rob me

He ain't know I have that 33 on me ; Scotty!

Rest in peace to Whitney, I'm sellin' Bobby

Smokers call me cuz I got them oils like the Ahkis

I'ma need a 1,000 baggies

100 yard dash before them pigs grab me

I collect belts, nigga that's my hobby

Pull up in a white JAG, used to catch the trolley

I be Uptown, that's where you can find me

Or Huntington Park, chillin with my nigga Papi

Or catch me down Badlands with some Mamis

Or might be down Tasker, where it get grimey

Shout out my nigga Kre, he gon catch a homi

Dirtbike Rell, he be 12'o clockin'

And shout out to my mixtape, it's poppin'

You don't wanna see my cousin face in a stocking

Your girl know my brother got them percs rockin'

Welcome home Pun, my nigga just did 10

I don't gotta play the block no more, you're trippin'

My phone pop like a nigga with the bricks in

I had to let my chips stacks; Pringles

That's a lot of money off of one single

And I be in the field, more stripes than a Bengal

I got that FN cuz niggas' on angles

And if it's bout' a hoe, don't run that shit by me

Shout out E & Red's, the niggas' that signed me

And I ain't playin wit nobody

I'ma kill your whole mothafuckin' family

Let a nigga try me, try me. I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family. And I ain't playin with nobody. Fuck around and I'm a catch a body