Dade County (Try Me) by. Tori Got Dough feat. WarReadySoGutta

Intro

You already know how it go

Down here in Miami, we don’t play

Verse 1

At the corner, eyes wide, moving with the chrome

That pussy ass nigga tried me, I had to dome his stupid ass

Blood on the pavement, heat in the zone

Palm trees ain't shade from the wrath of a man gone mad

Hunnid on the dash through Little Haiti, real quick

Smokin' on that loud, trunk rattlin', stay lit

Gold grill flashin', partners with the stick

Bread on my head, that’s a game they can’t fix

Chorus

Try me, you get laid out in the street

We ride dirty, can’t be fuckin' with police

Whole city watch me like I’m on TV

Try me, ain't no bitch in me, believe

Verse 2

Dirty south jungle, snakes in the grass

Big body Chevy got them tools in the dash

Too many ops, tryna creep, but they trash

Snap quick, get rocked, end up flat, straight gas

Postin' on Biscayne, pockets loadin' up fat

Movin' in silence but the violence don’t lack

Couple fake ones got hit, that’s a wrap

Life ain't sweet, better watch where you at

Chorus

Try me, you get laid out in the street

We ride dirty, can’t be fuckin' with police

Whole city watch me like I’m on TV

Try me, ain't no bitch in me, believe

Verse 3

Now I’m back on the block, pockets never on E

Haters talkin' tough till they see what it be

Ride with the chopper, window cracked in the heat

Your main girl peepin', she was beggin' for a seat

Catch me in Opa-locka, sliding outta sight

Dirty as they come, I ain’t duckin' no fight

Wrist on froze but my temper run hot

Ain’t no warning shots, you get popped on the spot

Chorus

Try me, you get laid out in the street

We ride dirty, can’t be fuckin' with police

Whole city watch me like I’m on TV

Try me, ain't no bitch in me, believe

Outro: Crooner & Rapper

(Crooner) Ain’t no love in the gutter, all I know is pain

Racks in the duffle, let it pour like rain

(Rapper) Miami lights, but it’s dark in my lane

Trigger on the finger, let a fuckboy complain

(Crooner) Countin' scars, countin' losses, goin’ hard for the win

Blood on my hands, but I’d do it again

(Rapper) On them corners, heat tucked in the hem

It’s just business when we smokin' your friend

(Crooner) Voices in my ear sayin' ride or die

(Rapper) Real ones gone, all I got’s this nine

Both: Sink or swim, we ain’t scared of time

Try me once, you won’t get that sign