WHAT I'M TRYNA DO? Lyrics

Yeah, uh, uh

Listen here when I talk, bitch

You the motherfucker tryna stalk, bitch

Write your messages in the coffin

'Cause you will be dead when I walk in

She grip my balls, I tell her, "Stop it"

Can you shut it up? I'm tryna clock it

Got too many hoes in the cockpit

Just need them to trust on my doctrines

Got a guy, he's really white and wears a pink shirt, uh

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm tryna do a sick flirt, uh

You're not even okay, you got your knees hurt, uh

You look so high, did you smoke a damn reefer, uh

Bitch, I know you're poor, you look too fucked up

Really trying not to be a damn suck-up

Grab a knife and a gun, I'm tryna fuck up

The whole fuckin' world just because I wanna

Shoot a ki blast like I'm Goku, uh

Tryna blow circles like it's Osu, uh

What I'm tryna do? I'm tryna show you, uh

How to live a life like it's supposed to

Bitch

How to live a life like it's supposed to

Trust me when I say it's not enough

Got me feelin' down, you got me really feelin' rough

Tryna show you that I care, but it's really tough

Because I could not control it like a fuckin' cough

I'm tryna buy it, but bitch, I'm too poor

I'm tryna show y'all not to act like a fool

Don't know what all this true care is for

'Cause I'ma shove them right down to the floor, like

I'm tryna buy it, but bitch, I'm too poor

I'm tryna show y'all not to act like a fool

Don't know what all this true care is for

'Cause I'ma shove them right down to the floor

I'm tryna buy it, but bitch, I'm too poor

I'm tryna show y'all not to act like a fool

Don't know what all this true care is for

'Cause I'ma shove them right down to the floor

What I'm tryna do? Fix you up

'Cause you ain't lookin' too good

What I'm tryna do? Fix you up

'Cause you ain't lookin' too good

You know you're losin', so you tryna pay to win

Your song is trash, your talent's wack, you should go put it in a bin

You should go get out the way, I'm tryna go and take my win

So I could get my money straight, I'm shootin' like I'm Yao Ming

Caught that bitch by surprise, it's like Bazinga!

Got her ringing, should've known that I was a damn dinger

I'm not a rapper, I'm not even a damn singer

I'm just having fun with everything that I can tinker

I'm an eagle, flying up in the sky, sky high, ay

And I see you with somebody, tryna be a clinger, uh

Gotta shoot my shot in this bitch, bullseye

I never miss, these lyrics gon' give you a stinger

I made this song within a day, why you takin' so long, uh

Done this 5 times, what the fuck are you on, uh

Sit down and go finish all your damn songs, uh

I'm tryna see heat, this isn't a must though

I'm just playin' with ya

No, no, I'm just playin' with ya

Hahaha, oh man...