Bitches Tryna (feat. Bigraw) - Black-T1

Cut that music off, I ain't wit' no water shit (I'm tryna' turn up) I ain't tryna chill baby, ain't wit that fuck shit (I'm tryna' turn up) You came for me, well I came for 'nough 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 my city, and I'm tryna tryna (turn up) How many licks do it take till you get to the center of her mouth? She geekin', she tweakin' we turnt up we got it, we all in the pot [?], we fuckin the sacks up in five Gas and mud I be off the drugs, don't touch I'm feelin' a little cocky They ring any bitches wanna fuck now Pop bottles like I won a fuckin' touchdown If you sober, scoot over, I do drugs now Party prolly got me all in the clubs now Pour some lean with no coco, we rockin' rollies, no JoJo And we off the drinks so slow mo, I get twenty a show, no promo Bitches get naked and do it for the Vine (bitches get naked 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, she suckin' on me while I pull on her Remy She shy like the city but change for them Benji's, the mula, the Fendis I turn up for (what) 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 its real From the Chi City to the fuckin' bank, Sinatra Money I've been Frank Lemme get it I got it never feelin' divided only on the Real though How you feel though, V's up, keep it trill though Oh yeah, one time Bitch I been under pressure always giving it everything That I got Never the lesser turn on my compressor Its right on the dresser Been foolin' the game when nobody could measure I know it's ... You and me You and me They don' give a damn who I am Bitch I'm doing me (you and me) I said its you and me I know who I am, don't give a damn Bitch I'm doing me

Yeah, bitches on bitches Ooh, bitches on bitches, yeah, yeah, Lil Pump Ooh, bitches on bitches, ooh, ooh Ooh, J Gramm Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) Give your ass a bean, now you're showing off titties (Ooh, yeah) Bitches on bitches (Huh?) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh) My bitch thick with a bag (Thick) My bitch rich with a ass (Thick) Lame niggas don't get to grab (Lame ass) Fuck niggas don't get to smash (Fuck nigga) Weak hoes don't get a pass (At all) Installation and bundles, two racks (Two racks) Niggas stay in her DM's (DM's) Big ass, nice titties, waist snatched (Waist snatched) In the streets, on the net, I'm trending (I'm trending) Ride in the Ghost with all bitches (Skrrt) Niggas laying in your bushes, they blend in (Killers) Fuck a bitch from the back, make her thicker (Shut up, slut) She slurp me up, but I ain't lick her (At all) Threw her some count, had to tip her (I did) If you not gon' rain in them clubs (Them clubs) You don't deserve to see the strippers Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) Give your ass a bean, now you're showin' off titties (Ooh, yeah) Bitches on bitches (Huh?) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh) Thirties on thirties (Ooh) Wear a lot of Louis, lot of Fendi and Versace (Ooh) I don't stress hoes, left her waiting in the lobby (Nope) Show the AP when I see the paparazzi (AP, ooh) Left wrist, right wrist wet (Ooh) Got a new Patek and it cost more than your damn rent (Wow) Last week, I had a threesome on a jet (Damn) Got my auntie cooking up dope like a chef (Yeah, ooh) Whip it up, Lil Pump, fuck it up, count it up (Brrt) Pull up in a 'Rari, take a shit on your Acura (Ooh) Smash on your thottie, drop her off at Santa Monica (Huh?) And the fake followers you got, it ain't adding up (No) Hit a ho from the back, throw her off a ladder (Ladder) Bring a bitch back, she had to see a chiropractor (Ooh) I don't even care, bitch, I'm rich, it don't matter (No) You got a bad bitch, oh well, mine badder (Ooh, ooh) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) Give your ass a bean, now you're showin' off titties (Ooh, yeah) Bitches on bitches (Huh?) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)