YAKWTFGO (Tryna f*ck) lyrics

[Intro]
b*tch, you come to my f*ckin' house two or three o'clock in the mornin' talkin 'bout some "What type of girl you take me for?"
b*tch, I ain't no f*ckin' keyboard, I don't have no f*ckin' type!
I wan' f*ck, you know what the deal was, on some casino sh*t, you playin' games, b*tch!
f*ck! sh*t!

[Chorus]
b*tch, I'm tryna
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck (b*tch, I'm tryna)
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck (b*tch, I'm tryna)
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck (b*tch, I'm tryna)
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck (b*tch, I'm tryna)

[Verse 1]
We gon' f*ck, yuh, so, what's up, yuh?
f*ck all that teasin' sh*t, that's enough, yuh
Like a greyhound, b*tch, I'ma bus, ayy
And I ain't police, so, b*tch, don't think I'm finna cuff
Rubber tucked, ayy, gold tickets
If yo pus*y bleeding, b*tch, just gon' and lick it
Fifteen minutes, uh, yuh, all I need
And I ain't no zombie, b*tch, I ain't finna eat ya
f*ck you to a coma, b*tch, I'm sleep
Get this meat, catch this skeet
On the bed, on the sheets
Heard about ya, you a freak in these streets, b*tch
[Chorus]
b*tch, I'm tryna
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck (b*tch, I'm tryna)
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck (b*tch, I'm tryna)
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck (b*tch, I'm tryna)
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck (b*tch, I'm tryna)

[Verse 2]
b*tch, you with the sh*t
Stop actin' like you ain't
I know you 'bout it, 'bout it, what the f*ck you mean you can't, b*tch?
I just wan' f*ck not gon' wife ya
Pick her up and Peter Pipe-her
You can't get di*k on the first night?
You full of sh*t like a diaper
b*tch, it could all be so simple
Word of the day innuendo, I'm all in ya window
Pop that lil cat like a pimple
If that sh*t good, I just might let you crash like a cymbal
This ain't yo di*k, this a rental, you ain't you ain't my b*tch you for all of them n*ggas
Heard you be f*ckin' and doggin' them n*ggas
Yeah, you be breakin' it off for them n*ggas
[Bridge]
Okay, I'm tryna break ya back in fender bender
I ain't got no type like I'm Rae Sremmurd
I'm still respectin' women, I still like f*ckin' b*tches, baby
Pucker up like you sucked on a lemon 'cause

[Chorus]
b*tch, I'm tryna
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck (b*tch, I'm tryna)
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck (b*tch, I'm tryna)
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck (b*tch, I'm tryna)
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck (b*tch, I'm tryna)