I’m Trynna Yeah Xanman

[Intro]
Woooo woooo woooo
I'm talkin’ my shit, I got my stick (yeah)
You not gon' click

[Verse 1]
If a nigga don't know me then he better know (yeah)
I got a paper cutter as far as the shredder go (yeah)
They say Hell is hot, nigga, is Heaven cold? (yeah)
My nigga used to cook dope, get a better stove
I got a new Gucci coat, this ain’t Fashion Nova
She said she want to settle down, I can (?) (yeah)
Plain Jane on my wrist, like where the Patek go? (yeah)
I got a bitch in the trap, where the mattress go? (yeah)
Big Xan always going to talk his shit yeah
Stick in the party, Like who started it? yeah
Big 40 on me like he targeted yeah
Don't get a feature, I ain't locking it yeah

[Chorus]
I'm tryna yeah, I'm tryna yeah, I'm tryna yeah
I'm tryna yeah, stroke it like yeah
Hit it like yeah, I'm tryna yeah, I’m tryna yeah
I’m tryna yeah, I'm tryna yeah, I’m tryna yeah
I'm tryna yeah, stroke it like yeah
Hit it like yeah, I'm tryna yeah, I'm tryna yeah