[Intro]
I'm not tryna
I'm not tryna
I'm not tryna
I'm not tryna, oh no, no, no
Oh no, no, no
Oh no, no, no
Oh no, no, no, oh la, la, la
Ayy
[Verse]
I'm not tryna waste your time
I just want yours if you decide
I'm out of breath, time to revive
I think I just went out my mind
No, love, love, love
She wan' fuck me, not no scrubs
Her brand new bag, she a uptown girl
When I speak to her, I lose options, yeah
When I speak to you, I lose oxygen
Bad lil' bitch, she ain't got no man
Call my phone, she ain't got no plans
Twelve hundred fit on my lens
I told her, "Pull up in an all black Benz"
She tried to play it fake so I fucked her friends
But fuck them bitchеs too, I ain't fuckin' with them
They be duckin' mе and shit but I ain't checkin' for them
I think my brodie Iron Man, he keep the metal with him
Can't go out silly again, I need my cellular bands
This nigga brought a whole pint and I could barely resist
The feds will have to give me top cause' I ain't tellin' them shit
Get a pound, head to town and I'm mailin' that shit
Dope lookin' real brown, yeah the melanin shit
Put a Glock on a scope, I ain't feelin' to miss
Got a two and a four, that's a Wock' and a Tris
I ain't never met a ho that I really would miss
I'm not tryna
I'm not tryna
I'm not tryna
I'm not tryna, oh no, no, no
Oh no, no, no
Oh no, no, no
Oh no, no, no, oh la, la, la
Ayy
[Verse]
I'm not tryna waste your time
I just want yours if you decide
I'm out of breath, time to revive
I think I just went out my mind
No, love, love, love
She wan' fuck me, not no scrubs
Her brand new bag, she a uptown girl
When I speak to her, I lose options, yeah
When I speak to you, I lose oxygen
Bad lil' bitch, she ain't got no man
Call my phone, she ain't got no plans
Twelve hundred fit on my lens
I told her, "Pull up in an all black Benz"
She tried to play it fake so I fucked her friends
But fuck them bitchеs too, I ain't fuckin' with them
They be duckin' mе and shit but I ain't checkin' for them
I think my brodie Iron Man, he keep the metal with him
Can't go out silly again, I need my cellular bands
This nigga brought a whole pint and I could barely resist
The feds will have to give me top cause' I ain't tellin' them shit
Get a pound, head to town and I'm mailin' that shit
Dope lookin' real brown, yeah the melanin shit
Put a Glock on a scope, I ain't feelin' to miss
Got a two and a four, that's a Wock' and a Tris
I ain't never met a ho that I really would miss
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