Try Me - BANK$

They thought I was pussy

You do what you can for the goodie bag

I put in work for the footy

Go ahead and overlook goofy man

I don’t read bios

Leak files

Or other cheap scams

I don’t need fans

I got weekend plans

I don’t freak and lie awake

Needing xans

I don’t Peter Pan

I don’t even mind

Being a man

I just weed to stand

I just beat off

And left a piece on a Stan

I’m a pretty sure he’s a cop

But I bleached my hands

Come on P why you gotta do em like that

Cause they thought I was pussy

And I’m far from a rookie

You shook to ran

If I don’t like him

I never shook his hand

If he ain’t bumping

Then don’t book the man

I’m plucking nugs off

Of the cookie strain

I’ll clip your nuts off

And push to your brain

Oh wait it’s absent

I don’t need to play classics

I do make my graphics

And give a fat shit

About my craft bitch

I don’t stay on my mattress

When the clock go off

It’s just time to stack riches

You don’t need to act bitchy

I’ll just laugh like Richie

But

With the heart of a Lionel

Very likeable

And still very tribal

I’ll hit your spinal

They said I couldn’t do it