Try me

Lyrics

[Verse 1: P-Tree] They thought I was pussy You do what you can for the goodie bag I put in work for the footy Go ahead and overlook goofy man I don't read bios Leak files Or other cheap scams I don't need fans I got weekend plans I don't freak and lie awake Needing xans I don't Peter Pan I don't even mind Being a man I just weed to stand I just beat off And left a piece on a Stan I'm a pretty sure he's a cop But I bleached my hands Come on P why you gotta do em like that Cause they thought I was pussy And I'm far from a rookie You shook to ran If I don't like him I never shook his hand If he ain't bumping Then don't book the man I'm plucking nugs off Of the cookiе strain I'll clip your nuts off And push to your brain Oh wait it's absent I don't need to play classics I do make my graphics And give a fat shit About my craft bitch I don't stay on my mattrеss When the clock go off It's just time to stack riches You don't need to act bitchy I'll just laugh like Richie But With the heart of a Lionel Very likeable And still very tribal I'll hit your spinal [Verse 2: Bank$] They said I couldn't do it