"Tryna' Tryna'" lyrics

[Lil Durk:]
Cut that music off, I ain't with no other shit (I'm tryna turn up)
I-I-I ain't tryna chill baby, I'm with 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're 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-this-this my city, and I'm tryna, tryna (Turn up)

How many licks do it take 'til you get to the center of her mouth? (Whoa)
She geekin', she tweakin', we turned up, we got it, we all in the pot (Skrrt, elf)
KOD, QOD, Magic, we're fuckin' the sacks up in five (Fuckin' the sacks up in five)
Gas and mud, I be off the drugs, don't touch, I'm feelin' a little cocky (Errf)
They ring any bitches wanna fuck now ([?])
Pop bottles like I won a fuckin' touchdown (Sko)
If you sober, scoot over, I do drugs now (Whoa)
Party pro'ly got me all in the clubs now (Gang)
Pour some lean with no coco (Coco), we be rockin' Rollies, no JoJo (Rich)
And we off the drinks, so slow mo' (Whoa), 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 (Turn up and do it for the guys)
She sippin' on Henny, she mix it with Remy (Boom)
She suckin' on me while I pull on her Remy (Boom, boom, boom)
She shy like the city but change for them Benjis (Gang, gang)
The mula, the Fendis, I turn up for what? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, what!)

Cut that music off, I ain't with no other shit (I'm tryna turn up)
I-I-I ain't tryna chill baby, I'm with 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're 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-this-this my city, and I'm tryna, tryna (Turn up)

[Logic:]
Yeah
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 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—, you and me (Aw, yeah, aw, yeah. You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you)
They don' give a damn who I am (You, you, you, you, you, you)
Bitch, I'm doing me (Aw, yeah. You, you, you, you)
You and me, you and— (Aw, yeah. You, you, you, you, you, you)
I said it's you and me (Aw, yeah, aw, yeah, aw, yeah. You, you)
I know who I am, don't give a damn (You, you, you, you, you, you)
Bitch, I'm doing me (Aw, yeah. You, you, you)

[Lil Durk:]
Cut that music off, I ain't with no other shit (I'm tryna turn up)
I-I-I ain't tryna chill baby, I'm with 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're 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-this-this my city, and I'm tryna, tryna (Turn up)

Turn up
Turn up
Turn up
Turn up