2o6am, 2000Baby, Zayside - What You Tryna Do Lyrics

Zayside the best side man niggas know what's hatnin
Real shit what you tryna do
Uh, real shit what you tryna do
Real shit what you tryna do
Blackin' on them tracks stepping out for designer shoes
How you tryna move
Finna cop me that Mercedes coupe
Me and lil baby slip and slide like we in a pool
Play it smoove
Niggas phony but that's nothing new
Ima get a check
Fill my pockets to the neck
Stuff em with the blues
Couldn't win if I ain't ever lose
Niggas moving iffy
You ain't slide when it was gritty bitch you gotta move
Niggas run away from all their problems Ima face mine
And niggas hate but they ain't in the game they on the baseline
And niggas begging bitches for they bread well Ima take mine
I'm making niggas sick they on the gram like I hate life
Told her she can text my phone, but we can't facetime
I told her baby we can only link if it's a late night
She bold, she wanna fuck wit no tints in broad daylight
But before 2000 fuck you bitch you gotta fuck on Zayside
I don't even wanna hit the pussy bae gon' beat me up
Niggas out here scared to rock alone always teaming up
All that loud talking on the gram we gon see wassup
Niggas talking hot but get caught and get to freezing up
Niggas get to freezing on my momma niggas hella cold
Swoll nigga way I'm moving got me feeling strong
Ain't no mud inside my cup they leaning on me 'til I make it on
I ain't signing to no label I don't need a loan
I'm like Snoop I get in the booth and drop it like it's hot
We ain't gon' shoot since he bulletproof hit him with this glock
This nigga think he top dog but we gon' treat him like he not
Ain't wishing jail upon no man but if he snitch then let him rot
These niggas know they homie told but they like fuck it let him rot
Man these niggas got me started like foreal bro lemme stop
She throw a fit say I'm blocked if I don't give her what she want
But I ain't tripping off no bop I let her go 'cause she a thot
Riding with my kinfolk
Sliding to the neckbone
Bitch you niggas corny still got eyes on my skintone
Talkin true colors with these niggas yeah they been shown
Recording in the six like I just ran it through the endzone
We ain't with the sit around
Bitch we gotta get it going
You would think these niggas got a curfew how we send them home
All these niggas fake as shit
Bitch they ain't original
I'm preaching like a reverend every word I speak is Biblical
Put the pole down I'm feeling good I might fight today
Skirt away make sure I don't let them see the license plate
Pray to God 'cause lately I been sinning I could die today
Thirty three up in this stick just like Bird don't let him fly away
Truth been hurting all these niggas lately I might lie today
Pull up on a nigga like what's brackin I got time today
Pussy so good I shed a tear I might cry today
Hit it once then let her know we done dipping right away
Dipping off quick you know I'm hot so what you asking for
2000 said you niggas crash dummies this a crash course
Fuckin hoes in the back of whips got my back sore
We both got guns but you a bitch you won't blast yours
They got me upping up the ranks said I might go and get a passport
I'm going to the bank like I just hit it off the backboard
Feel like Drakeo I got big bank uchies on the dashboard
Say we can't bring poles to the party where the backdoor
I'm like Snoop I get in the booth and drop it like it's hot
We ain't gon' shoot since he bulletproof hit him with this glock
This nigga think he top dog but we gon' treat him like he not
Ain't wishing jail upon no man but if he snitch then let him rot
These niggas know they homie told but they like fuck it let him rot
Man these niggas got me started like foreal bro lemme stop
She throw a fit say I'm blocked if I don't give her what she want
But I ain't tripping off no bop I let her go 'cause she a thot

Zayside the best side man niggas know what's hatnin
Real shit what you tryna do
Uh, real shit what you tryna do
Real shit what you tryna do
Blackin' on them tracks stepping out for designer shoes
How you tryna move
Finna cop me that Mercedes coupe
Me and lil baby slip and slide like we in a pool
Play it smoove
Niggas phony but that's nothing new
Ima get a check
Fill my pockets to the neck
Stuff em with the blues
Couldn't win if I ain't ever lose
Niggas moving iffy
You ain't slide when it was gritty bitch you gotta move
Niggas run away from all their problems Ima face mine
And niggas hate but they ain't in the game they on the baseline
And niggas begging bitches for they bread well Ima take mine
I'm making niggas sick they on the gram like I hate life
Told her she can text my phone, but we can't facetime
I told her baby we can only link if it's a late night
She bold, she wanna fuck wit no tints in broad daylight
But before 2000 fuck you bitch you gotta fuck on Zayside
I don't even wanna hit the pussy bae gon' beat me up
Niggas out here scared to rock alone always teaming up
All that loud talking on the gram we gon see wassup
Niggas talking hot but get caught and get to freezing up
Niggas get to freezing on my momma niggas hella cold
Swoll nigga way I'm moving got me feeling strong
Ain't no mud inside my cup they leaning on me 'til I make it on
I ain't signing to no label I don't need a loan
I'm like Snoop I get in the booth and drop it like it's hot
We ain't gon' shoot since he bulletproof hit him with this glock
This nigga think he top dog but we gon' treat him like he not
Ain't wishing jail upon no man but if he snitch then let him rot
These niggas know they homie told but they like fuck it let him rot
Man these niggas got me started like foreal bro lemme stop
She throw a fit say I'm blocked if I don't give her what she want
But I ain't tripping off no bop I let her go 'cause she a thot
Riding with my kinfolk
Sliding to the neckbone
Bitch you niggas corny still got eyes on my skintone
Talkin true colors with these niggas yeah they been shown
Recording in the six like I just ran it through the endzone
We ain't with the sit around
Bitch we gotta get it going
You would think these niggas got a curfew how we send them home
All these niggas fake as shit
Bitch they ain't original
I'm preaching like a reverend every word I speak is Biblical
Put the pole down I'm feeling good I might fight today
Skirt away make sure I don't let them see the license plate
Pray to God 'cause lately I been sinning I could die today
Thirty three up in this stick just like Bird don't let him fly away
Truth been hurting all these niggas lately I might lie today
Pull up on a nigga like what's brackin I got time today
Pussy so good I shed a tear I might cry today
Hit it once then let her know we done dipping right away
Dipping off quick you know I'm hot so what you asking for
2000 said you niggas crash dummies this a crash course
Fuckin hoes in the back of whips got my back sore
We both got guns but you a bitch you won't blast yours
They got me upping up the ranks said I might go and get a passport
I'm going to the bank like I just hit it off the backboard
Feel like Drakeo I got big bank uchies on the dashboard
Say we can't bring poles to the party where the backdoor
I'm like Snoop I get in the booth and drop it like it's hot
We ain't gon' shoot since he bulletproof hit him with this glock
This nigga think he top dog but we gon' treat him like he not
Ain't wishing jail upon no man but if he snitch then let him rot
These niggas know they homie told but they like fuck it let him rot
Man these niggas got me started like foreal bro lemme stop
She throw a fit say I'm blocked if I don't give her what she want
But I ain't tripping off no bop I let her go 'cause she a thot