I Ain’t Tryna Kick It lyrics

[Chorus: BirdGang Greedy]
I ain't tryna kick it with you f*ck n*ggas
That's just how I grew up, n*gga
I might just squeeze on a f*ck n*gga
Still ridin round with my young n*ggas

[Verse 1: YFN Kay]
Hunting season, you better duck, n*gga
Tryna bust a mill down with my young n*ggas
The jungle with the 8, that's where I'm from, n*gga
Mention my name, you dumb, n*gga
You know I'm made, and I got it out the slums, n*gga
You disrespect the fam, and you see them drums, n*gga
Time to split a bean, and hit him in his spleen
Then we drink some Lean
Then we catch a keen
In the game it's fam, f*ck a friend
With you till the end, these other n*ggas actors, pretend
f*ck with Slime, he got them bricks and the hummer with the Benz

[Chorus: BirdGang Greedy]
I ain't tryna kick it with you f*ck n*ggas
That's just how I grew up, n*gga
I might just squeeze on a f*ck n*gga
Still ridin round with my young n*ggas
[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Got it on me now, had it on me then
We down, my cousin gotta go back in
That was way before that Rolli, way before the Benz
Back when I was tryna grind up on 10
Go and tell your b*tch that I'm a fly n*gga
With the clique, that who I ride with, n*gga
Perfect timing, we got here on time, n*gga
And I ain't goin, if it ain't with my n*ggas
Hangin with them forign brauds, we just f*ck 'm good, we don't keep 'm
Hundred cars, just got a mill off features
Bankroll, blew it all on some Reefer

[Chorus: BirdGang Greedy]
I ain't tryna kick it with you f*ck n*ggas
That's just how I grew up, n*gga
I might just squeeze on a f*ck n*gga
Still ridin round with my young n*ggas

[Verse 3: YFN Trae Pound]
You can't pull out the whip, if you ain't pullin out a clip
Aim the tech and I spit, I pull off and I dip
21 gun salute, cause I'm a shooter, n*gga
We throwin money out the roof, actin a fool, n*gga
We on some new age ballen sh*t
f*ck and never call the b*tch
Berkin with the Cardigan
She will never starv again
All this money that I'm managin
So you know it won't fold, spend it then start again
Ralo just pulled up in a brand new Benz
Take the bumper off, then we pack 'm in
Bout to clone these b*tches, turn them to twins
Bout to restamp 'm and mail 'm, gotta get back in
[Chorus: BirdGang Greedy]
I ain't tryna kick it with you f*ck n*ggas
That's just how I grew up, n*gga
I might just squeeze on a f*ck n*gga
Still ridin round with my young n*gga