Joey Cutless - Really Tryna Go lyrics

[Intro] Bone C-U-K Rock with me Aye [Bridge] What you tryna get into Girl you need to come through What you tryna get into You need to bring your friends too [Hook: Jordan Hunter] Talking like you 'bout it, I ain't seeing nothing though (nah) I really want to see if you really tryna go Yea you talking like you 'bout it I ain't seeing nothing though (no) I really want to know if you really tryna go [Verse 1: Jordan Hunter] Yo, my flow hard and pardon, I'm Jordan I cop sh**, then I rocket like James Harden A lot of n***as saying they ball, but who's starting I ain't ball hogging, freaks, I'm point-guarding I'm on a different level and I'm cooking it up Hooking it up, what up, with my drink in my cup But, if she's in town, it's going down, I ain't playing around Then I pound, until them neighbors tell me simmer down I like to freak with a freak and give her weak legs I hit it deep and give her meat like crab legs Pretty clear I won't stop and I can't stop I bend her over then I beater like a tank-top You know how that go (go) Or maybe you don't (don't) I want my pockets real thick like Raven-Symoné They done got on third base, but I'm taking it home The way your boo scream, you'd think that I'm breaking her bones [Hook: Jordan Hunter] [Verse: Cory Gunz] Find me and my n***as riding out on the set They don't try it cause my n***as wil'n out for respect Got them blockas, I can tear a n***a mouth with his neck Stacking dollars, I'ma get it 'til I'm out of my breath I ain't far or hard to find I'm prolly right on the block Grab a n***a by the legs, treat him like he a mop Love them automatics or the heater might be a Glock Shorty bad, her friend better, then she might see the co*k Rolling dolo, riding dirty so we might flee the cops Hit the phone, around like 30 before I leave the spot R.I.P. to all my n***as yo I miss Peedi Pop Break my foot off in your wife, treat her like she a sock Don't hardly think you chilling cause I might see the drop n***as cyber thugging like they gone skype me the shots None you p**y n***as ever f**ing mattered to me All I need is Militia Gang and YMCMB, peace [Verse 2: Jordan Hunter] I'm smoking green, and fidgeting, with a drama queen The way lil mama scream, she gone cause a scene, it's sickening You listening, equipped with things that'll make her feen And make her cream, we making movies full of naughty scenes Bending them women and swimming in them, it's a given Listen, her head's back and forth, now that's repetition Before her head was going south like a palm tree Them back shots had her looking like she couldn't breathe [Bridge]