Tryna Fuck Stuey Rock (Ft. Juicy J & Slim Dunkin)

[Intro: Stuey Rock & Slim Dunkin]
Yeay! Squad! Stuey, what's hannenin?
Ahhh hahaha! Bricksquad youngest: Slim Dunkin
FDU Nigga! Squad, squad, squad, squad!

[Chorus: Stuey Rock]
I'm just tryna fuck so what's up, what's up?
I'm just tryna fuck so what's up, what's up?
I'm just tryna fuck so what's up, what's up?
I'm just, I'm just tryna fuck
I'm just, I'm just tryna fuck
I'm just tryna fuck so what's up, what's up?
I'm just tryna fuck so what's up, what's up?
I'm just tryna fuck so what's up, what's up?
I'm just, I'm just tryna fuck
I'm just, I'm just tryna fuck

[Verse 1: Stuey Rock]
I'm just tryna fuck so what's up?
Don't be no nosy bitch tryna worry what's in my cup
A triple shot of Crown raw, got hoes up in the back
Bunch of fresh ass niggas that don't know how to act
Is that Gucci? Nah, bitch I don't wear that
Armani, Lenox Mall shopping, where you niggas work at?
Just our usual discount, hit that pussy then dismount
Yeah, I fucked your friend a long time ago but it don't count
They be like "Stuey Rock
Man, he be singing and singing"
That's that shit that got my name rangin' and bangin'
Fiendin', music got you leanin'
And if you stay the night bitch, you gon' be cleanin', cleanin'