Tryna Get It lyrics

[Verse 1: Joey Fatts]
Young loc from the back blocks
Flip an ounce from a laptop
With the rock I'm like matchbox
20K in the safe, more bands on the way
If you playing with my cake, I'll give 'em faceshots
Giving n*ggas botox with this 9
Smoking dope like Easel in his prime
On the one-way or I'm posted on the dime
At AD house free boy and Yance
Since my younger days, I've been stuck in my gudda ways
Serving 'ye where my mother stays
Get a pack, flip a pack, need a pack like andale
Tell José to be on his way
From having hoes on my clothes to having hoes on the stroll
Ain't even drop 5 [?] trying to blow
I ain't even got time still unbutton my clothes
Get some head, do a show then it's back to the road
Ay, this life now
And them pus*y n*ggas hating, tell 'em pipe down, pipe down
I'm all up in their wife now
They throw me s-e-x like life now, life now
Lifestyles of the young and wild
Youngest child, still the first to touch a hundred thou'
Everyday you can catch me with a bad b*tch
I say it mine, they say this come with [?]
[Hook: Joey Fatts]
Get money, f*ck b*tches
So if it's dough or hoes, then I'm with it
With my n*ggas, in the trenches
Just a bunch of young n*ggas out trying to get it
Get that work, bag it up, then flip it
n*ggas going to hate, but a n*gga ain't tripping
If it ain't about money, then a n*gga don't listen
Gotta pay for attention, boy I'm on a mission
Young n*gga trying to get it [x4]
If it's about some cash, then I'm with it
I'm just a young n*gga trying to get it
Young n*gga trying to get it
First I bag it up, and then I flip it
I'm just a young n*gga trying to get it
Young n*gga trying to get it
These f*ck n*ggas hating, I ain't tripping
I'm just a young n*gga trying to get it
Young n*gga trying to get it

[Bridge: Joey Fatts]
Yams told me keep getting money
Don't worry about the f*ck sh*t
Cause when a young n*gga getting money
This the price that it come with [x2]
[Verse 2: Joey Fatts]
f*ck it
How you get home safely?
All my n*ggas out lurking watching in that Mercedes
I don't know why these f*ck n*ggas tried to play me
Say they real, but these f*ck n*ggas fugazy
These b*tch ass n*ggas try to jump, try to kill
I guess these n*ggas thought they could punk the kid
Mad, cause everybody love the kid
These motherf*ckers don't know who they f*cking with
I'm a young menace
When it's war, catch a n*gga slipping
And all my n*ggas going to ride, ain't no need to ask who with it
If one trip, then we all tripping
Never snitching on my n*ggas, motherf*cker that's god's business
Couple TECs, that's squad business
Keep with the tough acting, I'm gonna make this sh*t y'all business
f*ck n*gga, I'm from long beach
Where we hold heat with [?], like f*ck it I'm cripping
I kill a n*gga dead in this rap sh*t
But for now, I'm on tour, money stacking
Smoking dope in New Orleans, eating catfish
With a b*tch, beat the pus*y like Cassius
Boy I'm not worried 'bout a tad bit
These b*tches f*cking my squad next
We got the work like a state test
Washed up n*ggas reached their apex
[Hook]