xoxofaso - Try Again Lyrics

Yeah
Try me again
These hoes they do way too much these days
I be on 10
All she ever want me to do is change my ways
I’m at the Linq, yeah
Hundred on red, let me mix my drink that way
Smokin’ on stank, hold up
That’s the gas baby why don’t you roll up
I know I gotta make quota
This year I really feel like a grown up
22 feelin’ 102 but the money room got a little colder
But the shoulder really always been the coldest
I just might need me a coat
I just might buy me a boat
I just got lost in the moment of thinking of shit that’ll keep me afloat
At the hotel and I’m keeping the robe
Taking the pussy then she gotta go
Shaking a hand I ain’t risking a cold
Chris got a brick of that Anna Nicole
Cold shit
Running the block and I stay on my toes
Stay out my circle and leave it at home
Leave me a message and leave me alone bitch
Try me again
These hoes they do way too much these days
I be on 10
All she ever want me to do is change my ways
I’m at the Linq, yeah
Hundred on red, let me mix my drink that way
Smokin’ on stank, hold up
That’s the gas baby why don’t you roll up
Everybody want a piece of me
I know I’m better off when my time ain’t spent that way
Fucking with Chance, give me a chance
They start a problem and tell me relax
They gotta chill and keep it intact
My dog in Manhattan got word on the bets
100 events
He make the play and I shoot a percent
Yeah
Fuck it I lose it, ain’t making a dent
That kind of money can pay off a debt
Dropped out of college and got me a check
You sit in class and you worried about rent
Yeah
I put the pro in progress
You put the hoe on a jet
I don’t wanna settle for that
Don’t ever put me to rest
I came in here with a thot
I couldn’t finish a thought
I was off perky and wok I think
End of the night she on top of me
Fuck her raw now she calling me
Pull out my phone, its my ex
I just might shoot her a text
Really I’m doing my best
I ain’t complaining, I’m going the stretch
I do the work and they finish whats left
Then I just call to collect
Property tax is a bitch
Hoping they cut it in half
I let them rent out the crib
Making a play for the bag
Then I get back to the shits
Still not worried about shit
Im still going down south
Im still making them hits
Bitch you could try me again
Try me again
These hoes they do way too much these days
I be on 10
All she ever want me to do is change my ways
I’m at the Linq, yeah
Hundred on red, let me mix my drink that way
Smokin’ on stank, hold up
That’s the gas baby why don’t you roll up

Yeah
Try me again
These hoes they do way too much these days
I be on 10
All she ever want me to do is change my ways
I’m at the Linq, yeah
Hundred on red, let me mix my drink that way
Smokin’ on stank, hold up
That’s the gas baby why don’t you roll up
I know I gotta make quota
This year I really feel like a grown up
22 feelin’ 102 but the money room got a little colder
But the shoulder really always been the coldest
I just might need me a coat
I just might buy me a boat
I just got lost in the moment of thinking of shit that’ll keep me afloat
At the hotel and I’m keeping the robe
Taking the pussy then she gotta go
Shaking a hand I ain’t risking a cold
Chris got a brick of that Anna Nicole
Cold shit
Running the block and I stay on my toes
Stay out my circle and leave it at home
Leave me a message and leave me alone bitch
Try me again
These hoes they do way too much these days
I be on 10
All she ever want me to do is change my ways
I’m at the Linq, yeah
Hundred on red, let me mix my drink that way
Smokin’ on stank, hold up
That’s the gas baby why don’t you roll up
Everybody want a piece of me
I know I’m better off when my time ain’t spent that way
Fucking with Chance, give me a chance
They start a problem and tell me relax
They gotta chill and keep it intact
My dog in Manhattan got word on the bets
100 events
He make the play and I shoot a percent
Yeah
Fuck it I lose it, ain’t making a dent
That kind of money can pay off a debt
Dropped out of college and got me a check
You sit in class and you worried about rent
Yeah
I put the pro in progress
You put the hoe on a jet
I don’t wanna settle for that
Don’t ever put me to rest
I came in here with a thot
I couldn’t finish a thought
I was off perky and wok I think
End of the night she on top of me
Fuck her raw now she calling me
Pull out my phone, its my ex
I just might shoot her a text
Really I’m doing my best
I ain’t complaining, I’m going the stretch
I do the work and they finish whats left
Then I just call to collect
Property tax is a bitch
Hoping they cut it in half
I let them rent out the crib
Making a play for the bag
Then I get back to the shits
Still not worried about shit
Im still going down south
Im still making them hits
Bitch you could try me again
Try me again
These hoes they do way too much these days
I be on 10
All she ever want me to do is change my ways
I’m at the Linq, yeah
Hundred on red, let me mix my drink that way
Smokin’ on stank, hold up
That’s the gas baby why don’t you roll up