Tryna' Tryna' feat. Logic

歌詞

Cut that music off, I ain't wit' other shit (I'm tryna' turn up) I ain't tryna chill baby, I'm wit that fuckin' shit ( I'm tryna' turn up) You came for me, well I came from nothin', shit (I'm tryna' turn up) You ain't fuckin' with me , then who you fuckin' with? I'm just tryna', 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 geekin', she tweakin' we turnt up we got it, we all in the pot KOD, QOD, Magic, we fuckin the sacks up in five Gas and mud I be off the drugs, don't touch I'm feelin' a little cocky They ring any bitches wanna fuck now Pop bottles like I won a fuckin' 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 rockin' rollies, no JoJo And we off the drinks so slow mo, I get twenty a show, no promo Bitches get naked and do it for the Vine (bitches get naked do it for the Vine) So she gon' turn up and do it for the guys (turn up and do it for the guys) She sippin' on Henny, she mix it wit' Remy, she suckin' on me while I pull on her Remy She shy like the city but change for them Benji's, the mula, the Fendis I turn up for (what) Cut that music off, I ain't wit' other shit (I'm tryna' turn up) I ain't tryna chill baby, I'm wit that fuckin' shit ( I'm tryna' turn up) You came for me, well I came from nothin', shit (I'm tryna' turn up) You ain't fuckin' with me , then who you fuckin' with? I'm just tryna', 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 its real From the Chi City to the fuckin' bank, Sinatra Money I've been Frank Lemme get it I got it never feelin' divided only on the Real though How you feel though, V's up, keep it trill though Oh yeah, one time (x2) Bitch I been under pressure always giving it everything That I got Never the lesser turn on my compressor Its right on the dresser Been ruling the game and nobody could measure I know it's ... You and me You and me They don' give a damn who I am Bitch I'm doing me (you and me) I said its 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 wit' other shit (I'm tryna' turn up) I ain't tryna chill baby, I'm wit that fuckin' shit ( I'm tryna' turn up) You came for me, well I came from nothin', shit (I'm tryna' turn up) You ain't fuckin' with me , then who you fuckin' with? I'm just tryna', 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)