Try Your Luck (Intro)

Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha It's Trax season bruh Straight off the ripper Y'all hoes wanna diss, now I'ma show you a killer Soft ho, you can't stop my shine Pussy ho, you can't stop my grind I push the pen, you can't take what's mine I lead the pack, bitch, stay in line I'm on your ass and you can't take that You ain't mad at me, you mad at my glow up, ho, just say that Now let's get down to business Don't have no broke niggas at the top of your hit list Shifting gears on the dick Gotta stay in control of the stick The same hatin' hoes say, "Can I get a pic sis?" Well I'm the bogeyman, I got a treat for your trick bitch Yup, I'm at the top of the food chain I took off on you hoes and I started a new lane Yup, I got your man, he my boo thing EA Sports, bitch, it's all in the game You silly hoes really think y'all want fame Well it's tax season, I'm your mammy and I came to claim Stop makin' fake pages Fraud hoes always actin' like they me Stop makin' fake beef A bitch like me wanna take it to the streets (Hoo) I was regular, now I'm up From the top, lookin' down, look like you stuck I'm in my bag for real, bitch, run it up Loud online, real life, their tail be tucked, yeah Really wit' the shits, a real gangster bitch In the middle of the club like, "What's up?" (Ha) 'Bout my dollars bitch, call me "Money Makin' Mitch" Think this a game? Tuhh, try your luck If you can't maintain, stay in your motherfuckin' lane Don't hate hate the player, hate the game, bitch I went from rags to riches, some friends done changed up Congrats to disses because I came up Got my hater blockers on, it's tunnel vision If you can't beat 'em, join 'em, better make your decision Let me clear this air, I can't see through the smoke Fame made me a savage, let me show you cutthroat A crowd full of whispers, a page full of comments But it don't phase me, it ain't makin' no commas I put the D in dividends, not the D in drama But if we gotta take it there, trust it's gon' be trauma Traumatizing for you You think you know my story but you ain't got a clue (Ah) I changed the game, I'm on the rise Try to go against me, boy, they know I'm the vibe Daddy up the road, see him when I'm 35 Mama taught me how to hustle but had to fight to survive Speakin' of 35, that nigga brought me the plug How the gay boy on the block sellin' a purse full of drugs? (Ah) Yippie yah yo, yippie yah yah yay Snatchin' controllers from you niggas, I am not here to play (Santana think he all that) New whip, new waist, tell a hatin' ass ho she can fall back Bitch, I started this shit, better play your position Gotta respect the game, gotta respect the transition I'm still snatchin' your wigs, call me hair physician Million dollar deal, on a billion dollar mission Silly bitches want the beef while I'm stackin' that cheese Niggas beggin' me for mercy, talkin' 'bout, "Santana, please" I see the comments, don't play on my top I had my nuts on you hoes but now it's time to drop (Woo) Click your page, that shit say "Follow back" Respond to beef over beats, let me call up Tre Trax It's 2020, bitch This ain't no motherfuckin' game Real gangster bitch Really wit' the motherfuckin' shits And I don't do this shit for no motherfuckin' TV This right here, this real reality Yeah (Yeah), ha