Young Los - I Ain't Tryna lyrics

[Intro/ Bridge: Max B] I ain't tryna stop the ride on my cavalary n***as tried to body me and ain't nobody stoppin' me I'm not tryna go ho-whoa-ome [Verse 1: Max B] Quarter mil in that Louis bag, shorty wanna do me bad Get a b**h her do, he pull up in sixes boo Double up on that hefty bag, I'm the best dick she had In a long while, momma say all my songs foul Momma say all my songs sound provacative "Mommy, how would you know? That sh** you do is not marketed" I'm gon' spark again, pour me cups of Cru, get me nice and right p**y, like it nice and tight, cookies, like 'em nice and light Fluffy like them biscuits that my momma, when she pulled 'em out the oven Smelled 'em in the air, bullets fly from everywhere Bet He pull out a heavy gear, every year I was sittin' in the penitentiary, look at what was sent to me Letters from these b**hes sayin' "Bigga you gon' have to go back in for conspiracy" One thing wasn't clear to me Cared to be, how can you n***as prepare to be something you can't see, smell or touch or taste '09 ma let's up the stakes [Hook: Max B] I got a beautiful thang, mami I'm just tryna change I'm in luv wit' you girl, I'm in luv wit' you girl But I'm not tryna go ho-whoa-ome I got a beautiful Range, nice pinky ring and a chain And a nice freaky girl, and a nice freaky girl And I'm not tryna go ho-whoa-ome [Verse 2: Max B] Now dippin' on that lean, got a half a bird Drivin' up the interstate, dinnerplate in my car Gots to break it down and bag it up, right before I hit the strip Gotta move low when I tote that 5th, got a new flow wit' a gold 4-5th Rope that b**h, make her tell me more, basement under the deli store I'm rarely hard?, better call the Champ Bailey dog Pop up on the scene, it's like that n***a on a mission for some cream, reincarnate Every weekend my mom stay Every weekend she go to church, knows the earth Take it from your wiz, man I know it hurts, when them stones is on the dirt When them chromes is on alert, n***a you better talk like a G n***a don't be tryna f** with me Oww Oww [Hook] [Bridge] [French Montana] They don't wanna see a young n***a do his thang Stupid n***as don't thank, don't miss or don't blank n***a stack dough, black on, you can find me there You can find me there [Verse 3: French Montana] What are you, insane, go against the grand Interference Number be yo' name n***a who to blame when ya f**ed up Now that you got it, n***a ride it out, better do ya thang Sick chain when you look at here, lookin' clear Feds try take friends of mine, hands of mine n***as skiing to that finishline Powder every hour, every minute, while you in it Get your money, get up out it, ain't no love in the business Keep your n***as close, circles small Homie it's luv at the top, but it hurt when ya fall, most of all Look homie, if ya ask me, Montana, Max B n***as off the wall like flat screens Fax me papers with the signature, y'all n***as amateurs Ya know we back, finish all the business, sir Shorty gon' do me in, she don't know when she gon' see me 'gain All my n***as play to win Montana b**h [Hook: Max B] I got a beautiful thang, mami I'm just tryna change I'm in luv wit' you girl, I'm in luv wit' you girl But I'm not tryna go ho-whoa-ome I got a beautiful Range, nice pinky ring and a chain And a nice freaky girl, and a nice freaky girl And I'm not tryna go ho-ome