Try Me Lyrics - Sorry 4 The Wait 2 - Lil Wayne

Okay I'ma throw a tantrum on this beat, now who wanna play fetch? 

When it comes to the drugs, boy we shop at Payless 

Shawty came too many times, left the whole bed wet 

Mack I'm the Blood Method Man, Redman 

A scared man a dead man, can I get an amen? 

You done bought all of them guns and ain't nobody dead yet 

Catch your pussy ass in traffic, aim at the head rest 

Got your bitch on her knees lookin' like she legless 

Like I can't trust my iPhone, I can't trust the clique I ride for 

If I see 'em in the streets, I'ma have to treat 'em like a rival 

I'm a pleasure to your eyeballs, I'm so fly, shop at Skymall 

Mama never bought me knockoffs, Lord I need some wood to knock on 

Lil Tunechi, I'm a movie, get your gummy bears and popcorn 

I got somethin' very hot on my hip, I get my hip hop on 

And this little red dot gon' help me hit a nigga spot on 

Point guard with the bullets, you say Rajon, I say Rajon 

Yeah 

Hold up, we them boys, we them wild boys 

I hold my pistol sideways when I shoot, that's for style points 

Menace to society, menace to myself though 

Bend but don't break, my niggas call me elbow 

And you don't want no problem, I'ma problem 

My AK just keep shootin', it's on autopilot 

Tunechi what's your fuckin' problem? I got fuckin' problems 

Bad bitch on top of me, she started from the bottom 

On that Cognac and that loud pack, that loud pack 

You gotta shoot the rat when it gets too big for the mousetrap 

Shoot at me and I'ma smile back and then I "Pow" back 

Flip you over like a kayak, bitch it's combat 

Bitch I'm Tommy gun Tunechi, favorite color ruby 

Made enough to quit but I keep makin' up excuses 

Triple A dick, that's amazin' and amusin' 

I'm sedated and secluded, I'm the greatest and improvin' 

Cause my baby mama say I'm livin' wrong 

Well if I die then I guess she dead right 

Catch me walkin' on this mothafuckin' water, nigga 

I catch your pussy ass at a red light 

And you gon' hear that blocka, that blocka 

I represent my killers like Johnnie Cochran 

We kidnap mamas and toddlers 

We don't give a fuck if their ass adopted 

Brief moment of silence for Chris Wallace 

Soulja Slim, Pac, Pimp C, I hope they're smilin' 

And Weezy still hot as, tamales 

My private plane got that wi-fi and that wireless 

I'm so sorry for the wait 

Spread your legs, girl, I'm tryna break the headboard 

I'm a fiend for the bread, I want the whole DeJ Loaf 

My Chinese chick just want a blunt and some [?] 

She a squirter so we don't fuck on my Versace sheets 

My whole crew'll skate on you like a hockey team 

It's like Wayne Gretzky meets Jeremy Shockey 

We Young Money Mafia, I rep what I rep 

Try to throw salt on my name and I'll put pep in your step 

Put your gloves on, nigga please get you a grip 

And I bet you rest in peace when I let this bitch rip 

The money runnin' like water, check the cash flow 

My weed funky like armpits and asshole 

Potato on the nine, when we creep we mash slow 

And make sure them kids get everything they ask for 

My bitch in London said she's a Mack Mainiac 

And her sister love Tune, she a Wayniac 

It's like she's two different persons, she be chillin', she be cursin' 

Cry a river, squirt a ocean, fuck fast in slow motion 

Man I know Soulja proud of me (yah heard me?) 

Man I know Soulja Slim proud of me (ya heard me?) 

Tha Carter 5 a classic, sorry that it's late 

And I ain't apologetic but sorry for the wait 

Tha Carter 5 a classic, sorry that it's late 

And I usually ain't apologetic but sorry for the wait 

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