I Ain’t Tryin’

Lyrics

[Intro: Chris Brown, J. Cole] (You good, T-Minus?) When I try to walk away, it's like I ain't try When I try to walk away, seems like I ain't try (Oh, na-na-na-na) Seems like I ain't try (Ain't even try, oh, man) You made me do it a thousand times Yeah, you done me (Oh) [Verse 1: Young Thug, Young Thug & Chris Brown, Chris Brown] Lovin' can hurt, but you patch up, baby (Oh-oh-oh-oh) Call me walkie-talkie, patched up, baby (Oh-oh) I wanna know is he flirtin' you back up, baby? (I wanna know is he flirtin' you back up?) Oh, slimy down in 7 Up, baby (Oh, oh, oh) If everything about you is a lie Then I just wanna be disguised, oh And if what they said was true and you was lyin' Darlin', didn't I tell you that I'm in love with speakers now? (Woah, woah) Stay away from no one, know I need privacy, yeah Didn't your mama teach you way back in the day not to try and play hide and seek? Yeah (Oh) Gettin' bread for the long, now niggas tell you how to make a mil' in a week, yeah (Oh-oh-oh) Real rockstars, I can show you how to get higher than me, yeah (Oh) Spent a half a mil', on God, oh, yeah, yeah (Oh-oh) She's Sativa and she got a head full of hair, eyes blend with the sea, yeah I'll never talk bad about her, I'd rather pray with her on my knees, yeah (Oh) Upgrade her dental, on GP, it cost a bird Watch her constantly tell me she don't need it (Baby, I'ma get it) [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] (Baby, it's just) Baby, I love you Baby, wanna find you Maybe if I say this Long hair, don't care [Chorus: Young Thug & Chris Brown, Chris Brown] Fuckin' under covers Pace it or I'll burst I'll cover you like covers Versace that is, mind your biz I keep some foreign shit in the bunk, bae (Oh-woah-woah) I can kill 'em, but, ma, don't get out the truck, baby And I tell you somethin' good I had blood on me, but I didn't give up, baby (Oh-oh, oh-oh) I can handle it by myself, don't interrupt, baby (Ooh) [Verse 2: Chris Brown] New brights at night, I don't even drive, yeah What a bad bitch gon' do for a new watch? Yeah-yeah She can't feel my pain, ask me, "Do it hurt?" Yeah-yeah Before you fuck me over, I'ma do it first (Bitch, I'm ahead of the curve) Why leave open my safe? Break the links off my chest Cryin', she complainin', yeah You know it's gang shit, yeah No days off, baby, work Enemies and the fiends get served Say grace, bow your head Baby, I'm a god, amen [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] Baby, it's just Baby, I love you (Oh) Baby, wanna find you Maybe if I say this (Say this, baby) Long hair, don't care [Chorus: Young Thug & Chris Brown, Chris Brown] Fuckin' under covers (Ooh) Pace it or I'll burst (Yeah) I'll cover you like covers (Oh, you, woah) Versace that is, mind your biz I keep some foreign shit in the bunk, bae (Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah) I can kill 'em, but, ma, don't get out the truck, baby (Yeah) And I tell you somethin' good I had blood on me, but I didn't give up, baby (Oh-oh, oh-oh) I can handle it by myself, don't interrupt, baby (Ooh, oh)