Trynna Leave Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah uh

ahahah

Talk to me , yeah talk to me nice

Yeah talk to me , talk to me , talk to me

Yeah talk to me nice

Wanna leave, baby, walk out the door Sayin' some shit I don't really mean

But you know that I want you more

I'm in the trap, going crazy,

you know I'm too wavy I'm drippin' in Christian Dior

And I'm shinin', everything comin' in perfect timing

Under pressure, don't fold it make diamonds

From the mud you here choppas and sirens

Picture my lifestyle, really goin' up And I got the whole gang really eatin

Brody not lacking, he keepin' his pole tucked PTSD got his finger itchin

I was just thinkin' bout you in the rover Late nights in my thoughts reminiscin

remember laid up and we kissin

Wanna pull up fuck like I miss it

I got scars, you can see that I'm bleedin

If you down, that's forever, no leavin

Can't trust nobody, I think that they schemin'

In the streets its so cold, leave you freezin'

Ain't believe, now I got them believing

Pass me the ball and you know that I'm scorin on em

I could really showout, but I keep it humble

Trappin', rappin', finessin' a triple double

pull up, baby, kick me a Tander or a Chevy

I was jugging I'm right in a renty

I was dripped Louis V in the back of the back

Countin blues, countin plenty

These niggas hatin' on me, I got bitches galore and they waitin' on me

But I'm on a mission, I'm playin' for keeps, playin' for keeps

(na na na)

These bitches ain't too real, man, they ain't like her, I'm turnt off

Trappin' in Margiela, I was ridin' with Packs, I was getting it off

She know I'm a go-getter, she know I'm a finesser, I drip when I walk

With you, I feel so better, I got you on my mind, and I can't get you off

These bitches ain't talk real, man, they ain't like I, I'm turnt off

Trappin' in Margiela, I was ridin' with Packs, I was getting it off

She know I'm a go-getter, she know I'm a finesser, I drip when I walk

She do it with no effort, I got her on my mind, and I can't get her off

(Ouuu)