Try Ya Luck Lyrics

Quelly Woo Lyrics




Huh, like
Hold on, yeah, like
Huh, huh, huh, yeah
Huh, gllah-gllah-gllah
Huh, hol' on
Yeah


Setty, pa** me the Rah, got me higher
This .40 gon' sing like a choir
Spin your block like a dryer
Then wet it up like a firefighter
TP, pa** me the Lu, Rah ain't bussin' enough
Think I'm lackin', you see me, you better just duck
Up this Glock with a hundred, I'm coolin' with Dupp'
Tryna run up, try your luck


Send him to AJ, we gon' fly him up
Do him like JT, tryna wrap him up
Cap in your raps, we know that you a bluff



Call up Setty, bro, pa** me the knocking
If he throw up a GD, then you know I'ma drop it
Smooch want a rub, now I'm gettin' inside her
Can't love her, I only one-night her
I'm punchin' my lungs, sh*t gettin' me higher
If it's up then it's stuck, pull up like a diaper
E Roy in the cut, long range like a sniper
Shorty my type, she dead think I like her


We goin' up, like a hiker
Up the chop', pa** it like a cypher
Duppy the ooter, no hesi', gon' fire
He talkin' hot, put that boy on a flyer
Used to be bummy, now a n***a flyer
I'm the man totin' on the iron , no Tony Stark
Move lowkey like Kent, no Clark, like
Setty wit' me get a n***a parked , no Rosa , like
Feelin' lucky, four-leaf clover, gun jam, run him over

I ain't shootin' from deep, I'ma walk up, get closer
So many deads, who the f**k I'ma roll up?
Said that you spinnin', but you never showed up
Know I'm droppin' the fours, we do not get jiggy
Poppin' the Yellow, he got popped
How many n***as done died on your block?
Smokin' Jiggy Man pops, know I do that a lot
Smokin' Jiggy Man pops, yeah, I do it a lot


Like, what? Off a Perc', got me bustin'
Step in the party, I turn up the function
He a opp, we gon' rush him
Bro got a broomstick, he gon' dust him
A** fat, can't control it
Make it bounce, then she roll it
Love handles, let me hold it
Get her wetter and wet when I stroke it
Goin' deep when I swim in your ocean
Don't run, like, "Girl, where you goin'?"
Touch your toes, slow motion
When I'm in it I can't lose focus


Setty, pa** me the Rah, got me higher
This .40 gon' sing like a choir
Spin your block like a dryer
Then wet it up like a firefighter
TP, pa** me the Lu, Rah ain't bussin' enough
Think I'm lackin', you see me, you better just duck
Up this Glock with a hundred, I'm coolin' with Dupp'
Tryna run up, try your luck

Gllah-gllah-gllah-gllah
Like, try your luck
TP woke up, just dump
Setty wit' me, he totin' on uh
Danny wit' me, he totin' on uh




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