Tryna' Tryna' (feat. Logic)

Cut that music off

I ain't with no other shit

I ain't tryna chill, baby

I'm with that fucking shit

You came for me

Well, I came from nothing, shit

You ain't fucking with me

Then who you fucking with?

I'm just tryna tryna tryna turn up

All this money, I'm just really tryna turn up

With the gang, and I'm really tryna turn up

This my city and I'm tryna, tryna turn up

How many licks do it take

Till you get to the center of her mouth?

She geeking, she tweaking

We turnt up, we got it

We all in the pot

KOD QOD magic

We fucking the sacks up in file

Gas and mud, I be off the drugs

Don't touch, I'm feeling a little cocky

They ring, any bitches wanna fuck now

Popping bottles like I won a fucking touchdown

If you sober, scoot over, I do drugs now

Party prolly got me all in the clubs now

Pour some lean with no coco

We rocking Rollies, no jojo

And we off the drinks, so slo-mo

I get twenty a show, no promo

Bitches get naked and do it for the Vine

So she gon' turn up and do it for the guys

She sipping on Henny, she mix it with Remy

She sucking on me while I pull on her Remy

She shy like the city but change for them Benji's

The moolah, the Fendis, I turn up for what

Cut that music off

I ain't with no other shit

I ain't tryna chill, baby

I'm with that fucking shit

You came for me

Well, I came from nothing, shit

You ain't fucking with me

Then who you fucking with?

I'm just tryna tryna tryna turn up

All this money, I'm just really tryna turn up

With the gang, and I'm really tryna turn up

This my city and I'm tryna, tryna turn up

Dressed up in that white linen

All black windows, I had to tint 'em

That work, work, put 'em in the dirt

Let 'em all lurk, know I had to get up with Durk

We never hurt, hurt, know the deal

Tour sold out, so you know it's real

From Chi city to the fucking bank

Sinatra money, I been Frank

Lemme get it, I got it, never feeling divided

Homie, on the real though

How you feel though?

V's up, keep it trill though

Oh yeah, one time

Oh yeah, one time

Bitch, I been under pressure

Always giving it everything that I got

Never the lesser, turn on my compressor

It's right on the dresser

Been ruling the game and nobody could measure

I know it's

You and me, you and me

They don't give a damn who I am

Bitch, I'm doing me

You and me, I said it's you and me

I know who I am

Don't give a damn

Bitch, I'm doing me

Cut that music off

I ain't with no other shit

I ain't tryna chill, baby

I'm with that fucking shit

You came for me

Well, I came from nothing, shit

You ain't fucking with me

Then who you fucking with?

I'm just tryna tryna tryna turn up

All this money, I'm just really tryna turn up

With the gang, and I'm really tryna turn up

This my city and I'm tryna, tryna turn up