Tryouts lyrics

[Intro]
(Prodigy, what up bro?)
Mm
Woo
Dream
Yeah, all these bird n*ggas really making me sick
Next time a n*gga play with me, I'm taking his b*tch

[Chorus]
I'm too much of a bad b*tch to f*ck with a lame
Big cuban on my neck, make you tuck in your chain
Don't you even call my phone if you not gon' book me
Girl, these n*ggas ain't sh*t, I might just try out pus*y
Try, try out pus*y
Try, try out pus*y
Girl, these n*ggas ain't sh*t, I might just try out pus*y
You a grown man, you ain't gotta lie 'bout pus*y
Girl, these n*ggas ain't sh*t, I might just try out pus*y

[Verse 1]
I wanna f*ck India Love in the back of the club
Get her pus*y wet every time she ask for a hug
f*ck Ari real good while I'm grabbing her throat (Ahh)
Have that n*gga Moneybagg Yo mad at us both (Ah)
'Cause I'm a bad b*tch (Oh), I like pretty girls (Yeah)
I wanna havе a threesome with the City Girls (Mhm)
'Cause picturе me letting a lame n*gga sit in my house
Ayo, Tae tell Shirley come spit in my mouth
Yeah, I wanna freak Jayda inside of the pink Tayga
And tell Coi Leray, "I'll be ready to link later"
I'm tryna go crazy on Lori, we could make our own movie
Tell Michael B Jordan that, "I'm sorry"
And where Saweetie at? I kinda like you
Say you a Icy Girl, well I like ice cubes
I'm tryna have Teyana Taylor come bust in the spot
Yeah, Iman could come too but he just gotta watch (Woah)
[Chorus]
I'm too much of a bad b*tch to f*ck with a lame
Big cuban on my neck, make you tuck in your chain (Ah, ah)
Don't you even call my phone if you not gon' book me
Girl, these n*ggas ain't sh*t, I might just try out pus*y
Try, try out pus*y
Try, try out pus*y
Girl, these n*ggas ain't sh*t, I might just try out pus*y
You a grown man, you ain't gotta lie 'bout pus*y
Girl, these n*ggas ain't sh*t, I might just try out pus*y

[Verse 2]
Somebody tell Draya, "I'm tryna come f*ck later" (Mm)
And tell Rubi Rose, I wanna remove her clothes (Woo)
I'm tryna take Keyshia away from Gucci
On the low, yeah I'm really trynna see if Suki got the good coochie
Real talk, I need Rihanna, all this Fenty I copped
I told her one night with me, her album never gon' drop
I'm tryna ride my b*tch Megan like a stallion
Do the crybaby on it, have Pardi in the room like, "You wildin'"
Yeah, and tell the Double Dose I wanna f*ck with them both (Mm)
And tell Lala I'm tryna put my tongue on her throat
And Mulatto, yeah that's my lil' honey bun
Asked her how many times she came, she said, "21, 21"
Somebody tell Kehlani, I want her fingers inside me
Might call up Jania and tell her, "Meet in the lobby"
And I don't want no smoke but I be praying to God
One day me, Bardi and Nicki gon' have a ménage
[Chorus]
I'm too much of a bad b*tch to f*ck with a lame (Uh)
Big cuban on my neck, make you tuck in your chain (What)
Don't you even call my phone if you not gon' book me (Yup)
Girl, these n*ggas ain't sh*t, I might just try out pus*y (Hey)
Try, try out pus*y
Try, try out pus*y
Girl, these n*ggas ain't sh*t, I might just try out pus*y (Hmm)
You a grown man, you ain't gotta lie 'bout pus*y
Girl, these n*ggas ain't sh*t, I might just try out pus*y

[Outro]
Dream (Haha)