Lil Durk – Tryna' Tryna' (feat. Logic) Lyrics

Tryna' Tryna'

Lil Durk (feat. Logic)

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"Tryna' Tryna'." - Lil Durk (feat. Logic)

Wednesday, 21 October 2026, 11:03 pm

Album: Remember My Name (Deluxe Edition)

Track No: 06

Cut that music off
I ain't with no other shit
I ain't tryna chill, baby
I'm with that fucking shit
You came for me
Well, I came from nothing, shit
You ain't fucking with me
Then who you fucking with?
I'm just tryna tryna tryna turn up
All this money, I'm just really tryna turn up
With the gang, and I'm really tryna turn up
This my city and I'm tryna, tryna turn up
How many licks do it take
Till you get to the center of her mouth?
She geeking, she tweaking
We turnt up, we got it
We all in the pot
KOD QOD magic
We fucking the sacks up in file
Gas and mud, I be off the drugs
Don't touch, I'm feeling a little cocky
They ring, any bitches wanna fuck now
Popping bottles like I won a fucking touchdown
If you sober, scoot over, I do drugs now
Party prolly got me all in the clubs now
Pour some lean with no coco
We rocking Rollies, no jojo
And we off the drinks, so slo-mo
I get twenty a show, no promo
Bitches get naked and do it for the Vine
So she gon' turn up and do it for the guys
She sipping on Henny, she mix it with Remy
She sucking on me while I pull on her Remy
She shy like the city but change for them Benji's
The moolah, the Fendis, I turn up for what
Cut that music off
I ain't with no other shit
I ain't tryna chill, baby
I'm with that fucking shit
You came for me
Well, I came from nothing, shit
You ain't fucking with me
Then who you fucking with?
I'm just tryna tryna tryna turn up
All this money, I'm just really tryna turn up
With the gang, and I'm really tryna turn up
This my city and I'm tryna, tryna turn up
Dressed up in that white linen
All black windows, I had to tint 'em
That work, work, put 'em in the dirt
Let 'em all lurk, know I had to get up with Durk
We never hurt, hurt, know the deal
Tour sold out, so you know it's real
From Chi city to the fucking bank
Sinatra money, I been Frank
Lemme get it, I got it, never feeling divided
Homie, on the real though
How you feel though?
V's up, keep it trill though
Oh yeah, one time
Oh yeah, one time
Bitch, I been under pressure
Always giving it everything that I got
Never the lesser, turn on my compressor
It's right on the dresser
Been ruling the game and nobody could measure
I know it's
You and me, you and me
They don't give a damn who I am
Bitch, I'm doing me
You and me, I said it's you and me
I know who I am
Don't give a damn
Bitch, I'm doing me
Cut that music off
I ain't with no other shit
I ain't tryna chill, baby
I'm with that fucking shit
You came for me
Well, I came from nothing, shit
You ain't fucking with me
Then who you fucking with?
I'm just tryna tryna tryna turn up
All this money, I'm just really tryna turn up
With the gang, and I'm really tryna turn up
This my city and I'm tryna, tryna turn up

Writer(s): Durk Banks, Londen Buckner & Sir Robert Bryson Hall II.

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