J.R. Writer "Why Try (feat. S.A.S.)" |
Mayhem: You know, yeah S.A.S., Streets All Salute, JR Writer Dutch Beetz, yeah We the BeeGees Verse 1 S.A.S.: Mega: I've been patient fam Stuck in this crazy land Where men'll lick your head off your shoulders so they could make a grand Mayhem: No snitchin', naw, I'm �bout to take a stand My chopper gets to spit and you fakin', its finna make da band Mega: No safety, blow like it's A.C. Call me bird's-eye, you heard why, I make P's I'm about the wealth So I need a Range Rover that's named after a book that's about myself Mayhem: And it's over doja When I flip and put the razors to your face I ain't talkin' �bout a Motorola Big stings, no you won't clap back at us I'll have your whole strip runnin' like they tryna catch a bus Mega: Oh, you sellin' 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 Thunderbirds, now watch me rain on �em Hook S.A.S.: Why try, you're gonna die I pull up in a drop with the pistol cocked When I pop, I'm wavin' bye-bye You don't drive-by, all you do is drive by They call us Byrdgang, you heard fam We fly high (Repeat) Verse 2 JR Writer: My, my, I'm sky high, a fly guy Pull up to your bitch, and skate wit' a whip from space, I'm talkin' sci-fi Why try to out-do me, I doubt truly Listen, J is a ape, so stay in your place, I ain't never been a slouch scooby Listen, you're not as sharp, I'm getting' that gwap to start (ch-ching) You ain't seen bigger M's since the McDonald's are These gangstas pop your heart in front of your bitch Then turn and look at her like �Who you coming with miss� You're my son, get the drift So right now I'll be dissing myself if I called you a son of a bitch (Oh) Give it up for the Dips (Why) Cuz it seems so simple (What) That I'm so sick like a NE-YO single I will blast �em, leave �em in a casket box Sleepin' with the saddest ock for leapin' like a astronaut Keep the Techs sucka So I don't care if your pops married my mother I dare you to step brother Hook S.A.S.: Why try, you're gonna die I pull up in a drop with the pistol cocked When I pop, I'm wavin' bye-bye You don't drive-by, all you do is drive by They call us Byrdgang, you heard fam We fly high (Repeat) Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |