Lil Tee & Tee Balencii - Try Yo Luck! Lyrics

Holy f*ck, is that Lil Tee?
Damn KZ, turn that ho up
Too many- too many- too many twenties and fifties, can't hold up my britches
Told that lil' nigga get with this
I done seen a whole lot with my eyes, but I am not no witness
Run from the cops, ain't no fitness
If I were you, I wouldn't play me
I'll leave you scared shitless
That's another tally on my hit-list
Broke ass nigga drooling at the way my wrist sit
Pussy ass niggas aweing at the way I get shit
Got a bougie bitch, Ima hit it and quit it (Eugh, eugh, eugh, eugh)
She talking 'bout "how you gon' start and not finish?"
Bitch, I already finished, in your mouth, like a dentist
Hell yeah, I'm a menace, but don't call me Dennis
I keep the racks, no Serena, no tennis (Racks)
I keep the packs, demeanor of a felon (Packs)
And I agreed to move the work like apprentice
My name is so hot, it don't matter who's telling (Snitching)
One more case caught and I might be a felon
Selling dope right out my house, jump the fences
Two spots and you're runner up
I'm winning, no question
I'm a star player, I don't sit on benches
Three kinds of dope and I love all three stenches (Stank)
Tool in my ceiling, ain't talking 'bout wrenches
Four in my cup and I love when it quenches
Pussy ass niggas put me in their mentions
Five bitch ass niggas and they don't want tension (Bitch)
Don't come between me, ain't no intervention
Six in the clip, it ain't got no extension (Bltrr)
Bring it with me on a lick, ain't no frenching
Always skip school, spend more time in detention (Spend all my time in detention, damn)
Did a whole lot that I won't ever mention
Drenching, salad in my pockets, no dressing
Finessing all of these niggas for their blessings (Finesse)
Too many twenties and fifties, can't hold up my britches
Told that lil' nigga get with this
I done seen a whole lot with my eyes, but I am not no witness
Run from the cops, ain't no fitness
If I were you, I wouldn't play me
I'll leave you scared shitless
That's another tally on my hit-list
Too many- too many- too many twenties and fifties, can't hold up my britches
Told that lil' nigga get with this
I done seen a whole lot with my eyes, but I am not no witness
Run from the cops, ain't no fitness
If I were you, I wouldn't play me
I'll leave you scared shitless
That's another tally on my hit-list