YAKWTFGO (Tryna Fuck)

[Intro]
Bitch, you come to my fuckin' house two or three o'clock in the mornin' talkin 'bout some "What type of girl you take me for?"
Bitch, I ain't no fuckin' keyboard, I don't have no fuckin' type!
I wan' fuck, you know what the deal was, on some casino shit, you playin' games, bitch!
Fuck! Shit!

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm tryna
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck (bitch, I'm tryna)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck (bitch, I'm tryna)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck (bitch, I'm tryna)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck (bitch, I'm tryna)

[Verse 1]
We gon' fuck, yuh, so, what's up, yuh?
Fuck all that teasin' shit, that's enough, yuh
Like a greyhound, bitch, I'ma bus, ayy
And I ain't police, so, bitch, don't think I'm finna cuff
Rubber tucked, ayy, gold tickets
If yo pussy bleeding, bitch, just gon' and lick it
Fifteen minutes, uh, yuh, all I need
And I ain't no zombie, bitch, I ain't finna eat ya
Fuck you to a coma, bitch, I'm sleep
Get this meat, catch this skeet
On the bed, on the sheets
Heard about ya, you a freak in these streets, bitch

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm tryna
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck (bitch, I'm tryna)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck (bitch, I'm tryna)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck (bitch, I'm tryna)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck (bitch, I'm tryna)

[Verse 2]
Bitch, you with the shit
Stop actin' like you ain't
I know you 'bout it, 'bout it, what the fuck you mean you can't, bitch?
I just wan' fuck not gon' wife ya
Pick her up and Peter Pipe-her
You can't get dick on the first night?
You full of shit like a diaper
Bitch, it could all be so simple
Word of the day innuendo, I'm all in ya window
Pop that lil cat like a pimple
If that shit good, I just might let you crash like a cymbal
This ain't yo dick, this a rental, you ain't you ain't my bitch you for all of them niggas
Heard you be fuckin' and doggin' them niggas
Yeah, you be breakin' it off for them niggas

[Bridge]
Okay, I'm tryna break ya back in fender bender
I ain't got no type like I'm Rae Sremmurd
I'm still respectin' women, I still like fuckin' bitches, baby
Pucker up like you sucked on a lemon 'cause

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm tryna
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck (bitch, I'm tryna)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck (bitch, I'm tryna)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck (bitch, I'm tryna)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck (bitch, I'm tryna)