Lil Durk, Logic - Tryna' Tryna' lyrics

Cut that music off
I ain't wit' no other shit
(I'm tryna turn up)
I I I ain't tryna chill baby
I'm wit' 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 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 till you
Get to the center of her mouth? (Whoa)
She geekin', she tweakin', we turnt


Up, we got it, we all in the pot
(Skrrt, elf) kOD, QOD, Magic
We 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 prolly 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 wit' Remy
(Boom)
She suckin' on me while I pull on her Remy
(Boom, boom, boom) she shy like the city but
Change for them Benji's (Gang, gang)
The mula, the Fendis, I turn up for what?
(yeah, yeah, yeah, what)

Cut that music off
I ain't wit' no other shit
(I'm tryna turn up)
I I I ain't tryna chill baby
I'm wit' 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 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)

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, aww, 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
(Aww, yeah- You, you, you)

Cut that music off
I ain't wit' no other shit
(I'm tryna turn up)
I I I ain't tryna chill baby
I'm wit' 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 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