That's Why

My Niggas goin trap
Plus we swipin 'em visas
Shawtyy a thot and I really don't need her
Choke on my dick exorcist
She need Jesus
Down on her knees
I made her a believer, aw yeah
Young nigga go n get mine
They can't block my shine no
Told mama we goin be fine
That's why I'm on my grind oh
Ima just trap harder
Gotta do shit smarter
Wrist look like water
Real shit
Do it on ya own go farther
I ain't have no father
I ain't need no guidance
Got it on my own out my levis
Duck when you hear them sirens
Henny in my cup gon keep me in the zone yeah
Know I'm fucked up
Way I left you all alone yeah
But please don't hit my phone yeah
Please don't hit my phone yeah



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Writer(s): Robert Levi Freedman, Steve Lutvak
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