WHAT I’M TRYNA DO?

[Part I]

[Intro]
Yeah, uh, uh

[Verse 1]
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

[Interlude]
How to live a life like it’s supposed to

[Verse 2]
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

[Outro]
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

[Part II]

[Intro]
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

[Verse]
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

[Outro]
No, no, I'm just playin' with ya
Hahaha, oh man...