Try Your Luck – Saucy Santana 

Try Your Luck Lyrics - Saucy Santana

SingerSaucy Santana
MusicSaucy Santana

Try Your Luck Lyrics

Straight off the rippa
Y’all hoes wanna diss now imma show you a killer
Soft hoe you can’t stop my shine
Pussy hoe 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 ya ass and you can’t take that
You ain’t mad at me you mad at my glow up, hoe 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 hating 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 thang
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 making fake pages, fraud hoes always acting like they me
Stop making fake beef a bitch like me wanna take it to the streets
I was regular now I’m up
From the top looking 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 with the shits, a real gangsta bitch
In the middle of the club like wassup?
Bout my dollars bitch call me Money Making Mitch
Think it’s a game, Tuhh try your luck
If you can’t maintain stay in your motherfucking lane
Don’t 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
I 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 cut throat
A crowd full of whispers a page full of comments
But it don’t phase me it ain’t making no commas
I put the D in dividends not the D in drama
But if we gotta take it there trust is gon’ be trauma
Traumatizin for you, you think you know my story but you ain’t got a clue
Ahh, I changed the game I’m on the rise
Tryna go against me, but, 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
Speaking of 35 that nigga brought me the plug
How the gay boy on the block selling a purse full of drugs
Ahhh, yippy yah yo yippy yah yah yay
Snatching controllers from you niggas I am not here to play
Santana think he all that, new whip new waist tell a hating ass hoe she can fall back
Bitch I started this shit better play your position
Gotta respect the game gotta respect the transition
I’m still snatching y’all wigs, call me hair physician
Million dollar deal on a billion dollar mission
Silly bitches want the beef while I’m stacking that cheese
Niggas begging me for mercy talking bout Santana please
I see the comments don’t play on my top
I held my nuts on you hoes but now it’s time to drop, whoo
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 motherfucking game
Real gangsta bitch really with the motherfucking shits
And I don’t do this shit for no motherfucking TV
This right here this real reality
Yeah Ahh