Tryna Tryna
Lil Durk, Logic
(Oh my God what is this? An L beat?)
Cut that music off, I ain't wit' other shit (I'm tryna turn up)
I-I-I ain't tryna chill baby, I'm wit that fuckin' shit (I'm tryna turn up)
You-you-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? (Let's get it, L's)
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) (Oh my God what is this? An L beat?)
How many licks do it take 'til you get to the center of her mouth? (Whoa)
She geekin', she tweakin' we turnt up we got it, we all in the party (let's get it, L's)
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 (arrogant)
They ring any bitches wanna fuck now (let's get it)
Poppin' bottles like I won a fuckin' touchdown (go)
If you sober, scoot over, I do drugs now (go)
Party prolly got me all in the clubs now (gang)
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 (gang)
Bitches get naked and do it for the Vine (bitches get naked and do it for the Vine)
So she gon' turn up and do it for the guys (gon' 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 the benji's
The mula, the fetti, I turn up for what?
Cut that music off, I ain't wit' other shit (I'm tryna turn up)
I-I-I ain't tryna chill baby, I'm wit that fuckin' shit (I'm tryna turn up)
You-you-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? (Let's get it, L's)
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 it's real
From the Chi City to the fuckin' bank
Sinatra, money I've been Frank
Lemme get it I got it never feelin' 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' 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, I don't give a damn
Bitch I'm doing me
Cut that music up, I ain't wit' other shit (I'm tryna turn up)
I-I-I ain't tryna chill baby, I'm wit that fuckin' shit (I'm tryna turn up)
You-you-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)
Turn up
Turn up
Turn up
Turn up
Written by: Durk D Banks, Londen L. Buckner, Robert Bryson II HallLyrics © GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLCLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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