Playboi Carti, Skepta - Tryna Be Me lyrics

I ain't worried 'bout no bitch
I just want some sex, I just, I
Just, I just want some sex, honestly
You know what I'm sayin'?
I'm in LA (Cash Carti)
I might be in Toronto next week
I'm all over the place, bitch
Ayy, Cash Carti (yeah)
I'm on my different shit
I can't trust these bitches 'cause
These bitches ain't shit
(Bitches ain't shit) all that
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Moneybags (I can't serve you)
Moneybags (I can't serve you)
Moneybags (I can't serve you)
Moneybags (I can't serve you)
Young niggas tryna be me, ayy
Young niggas tryna be me

I ain't worried 'bout no bitch
I just want some sex
I ain't worried 'bout these niggas
I just need a check, ayy
My baby mama say I'm up, I
Told that bitch I'm next, ayy
Banging with my brothers, ayy
Banging with no others, ayy
Bust that pussy down and I
Pass it to my brother, ayy
Yeah, ayy, it was just the other day
Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back
Front porch with straps
You ain't from the fucking trap

Ayy, I can't serve you, I can't serve you
You was on the corner trippin'
I can't serve you, my young
Niggas on the come-up, ayy
Alexander McQueen, boy, I tuck it in my vest
Yung Carti been ballin', bitch
Nothin' but net
Bad bitch she came over, she came, yeah
Bad bitch she came over
Gave a young nigga neck (I got it)
Took his bitch to my crib, yeah
That ho so impressed
And I start pourin', and I start pourin'
Then I start pourin'
That bitch started to undress
And you know this ice, and you know this ice
Boy, you know this ice around my neck
I don't wanna speak
Boy, you know I keep a fucking Tec, boy
Talk is cheap boy, I keep that on
The seat, foreign drive-by, sheesh
Now them boys hatin', boy
I don't fuck with pussy boys
Ayy (yeah) , ayy, ayy, ayy
Probably catch me in a foreign
Goin' to where the money goin'

I ain't worried 'bout no bitch
I just want some sex
I ain't worried 'bout these niggas
I just need a check, ayy
My baby mama say I'm up, I
Told that bitch I'm next, ayy
Banging with my brothers, ayy
Banging with no others, ayy
I bust that pussy down and I
Pass it to my brother, ayy
Yeah, ayy, it was just the other day
Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back
Front porch with straps
You ain't from the fucking trap
Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back
Front porch with straps
You ain't from the fucking trap

Ayy, ayy we never see these pussy hoes
Only see these checks
Say you getting stacks
But most of your Gs in debt
I see your bitch checking out your clothes
And I don't think she's impressed
Oh, what this tee right here?
Nah, they ain't released this yet
But that's a mad ting right here
I'm killing these niggas bring some flowers
Nah this ain't a regular pack
I'm smoking some different powers
Niggas in that cellular antics
You working with some different powers
Put your girl in a single mattress
On my dick for hours
I told her wait, one sec get off me
Your hands are way too low
Nah you ain't doing it properly
Fuck this bullshit
Let's get back to the money scheme
Feel like I'ma die soon
Man I keep getting funny dreams
Told your baby mama to hide
The weapon in the buggy, please
That's my nigga with the
Dreads and the dungarees
Pull up to the show with a hundred Gs
Got niggas buzzin' like some bumble bees
They never trouble me, nah
I ain't worried bout no bitch


I ain't worried 'bout no bitch
I just want some sex
I ain't worried 'bout these niggas
I just need a check, ayy
My baby mama say I'm up, I
Told that bitch I'm next, ayy
Banging with my brothers, ayy
Banging with no others, ayy
I bust that pussy down and I
Pass it to my brother, ayy
Yeah, ayy, it was just the other day
Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back
Front porch with straps
You ain't from the fucking trap
Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back
Front porch with straps
You ain't from the fucking trap

It was the other day, it was the other day
It was the other day, damn, yeah, uh, yeah
I ain't worried, yeah, uh, how
Could I worry, yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain't worried, yeah yeah hold on
(Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back
Front porch with straps
You ain't from the fucking trap)