Why

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, ayy [Verse 1] Man, it's crazy Bitch with 10K on Instagram think she famous (What?) You see a nigga once, see him twice, now he changin' (Wow) Watch a fake shooter turn bitch, it's amazing (Crazy) Niggas two-faced, learned some game from Screwface Told me put my foot on these niggas' necks 'cause they playin' Everybody got work, at least that's what they sayin' (Yeah) Fuck what a nigga think, I feel like everybody hatin' That ain't lean in your cup, lil' nigga, what you drinkin'? You ain't seen what I seen, these ain't dreams what I'm sayin' (Naw) Countin' beans in the kitchen, breakin' bales in the basement (Yup) Late night countin' money in my bed 'cause I'm gratеful (Thank) Life is what you make it (Yeah), so I'ma stay a hundrеd 'til I make it And why you cuffin' her? She sendin' pictures to me naked I just hit her, put her out, why you layin' up cakin'? (Lame-ass nigga) Long story short, these niggas lames, I can't explain it [Chorus] Why you wifin' that bitch and you know she ain't shit? Why you hangin' with them niggas if you know they gon' snitch? Why you ridin' with them niggas if you know they ain't gon' shoot? Why you lyin' in your raps, boy? You know that ain't the truth Why you wifin' that bitch and you know she ain't shit? Why you hangin' with them niggas if you know they gon' snitch? Why you ridin' with them niggas if you know they ain't gon' shoot? Why you lyin' in your raps, boy? You know that ain't the truth [Verse 2] Uh, boy, you know that ain't the truth (Truth) Don't really know the streets, but talkin' numbers in the booth (Pussy) Team East gang, them my soldiers, them my troops I'm a Ghetto Boy, bitch, rock foreign, ride coupes, uh (Skrrt) Street nigga, couple tats and a couple wounds So you know I'm bringin' all the straps and all the guns My shooter, he a lost soul, I hope he play it cool (Uh?) Don't become another soul tryna play the fool (Pussy) Yeah, kitchen talkin' with my boo Only guns and bad bitches get to danglin' my booth Poppin' seals off, spikin' molly and they boost Got a chopper in the car, got a sniper on the roof, uh Fuck the judge, nigga (Nigga), free Quammy (Quammy) These niggas stretch a bag, catch a body Ridin' with that bitch off safe, ain't no problem Used to hold the horn down, ask Kenny, ask Omi, nigga [Chorus] Why you wifin' that bitch and you know she ain't shit? Why you hangin' with them niggas if you know they gon' snitch? Why you ridin' with them niggas if you know they ain't gon' shoot? Why you lyin' in your raps? Boy, you know that ain't the truth Why you wifin' that bitch and you know she ain't shit? Why you hangin' with them niggas if you know they gon' snitch? Why you ridin' with them niggas if you know they ain't gon' shoot? Why you lyin' in your raps? Boy, you know that ain't the truth