Try Your Luck (Intro) - Saucy Santana

Straight off the ripper

Y’all hoes wanna diss, now I’ma show you a killer

Stop 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

Shift the gears on the dick

Got us in control of the stick

The same hatin' hoes say, «Can I get a pic sis?»

Well I’m the boogie man, I got a trick for your trick bitch

Duck, 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 I want fame

Well it’s taxes, I came to claim

Stop makin' fake pages

hoes always actin' like they mean

Stop makin' fake beef

A bitch like me wanna take it to the streets (Hoo)

I was, now I’m up

From the top, lookin' down, look like you stuck

I’m in my bag for real, bitch, run it up

Lotta lyin' tough, 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?

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 sit through the smoke

Fame made me a savage, let me show you cutthroat

, a page full of comments

But it don’t phase me, it ain’t makin' no commas

I want a D in dividends, not a 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 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

Speakin' of 35, that nigga brought me the plug

How the gay boy on the block sellin' a purse full of drugs?

(Ah)

Yippie yi yo, yippie yi yi yay

Snatchin' control from you niggas, I am not here to play

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

Me and dollar bill on a billion dollar mission

Silly bitches wanna 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 time

I had my nuts on you hoes but now time to drop (Woo)

Click your page, follow back

They wanna 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