Why Not?

Yeah, I'm at the corner store
I need a few more pile it up I'm tryna pour
I'm like a world war I tear it up I'm never sore
You know I'm tryna soar
I'm flying through the lanes but I switch it up
Yeah I'm just like why not
Shawty she be too hot
She just got that ra ra
I'm just tryna drop top

She calling and falling right into my list, yeah
I just want that Audemar
It fit right on my wrist, yeah
Know it might be something that you're missing
But I'm just tryna tell her that I wish she would go, yeah
Don't follow me home
Don't come to my show
Like I know you got these problems
I don't need them in my soul, yeah

Yeah, I'm at the corner store
I need a few more pile it up I'm tryna pour
I'm like a world war I tear it up I'm never sore
You know I'm tryna soar
I'm flying through the lanes but I switch it up
Yeah I'm just like why not
Shawty she be too hot
She just got that ra ra
I'm just tryna drop top

Hold up, I'm in my own lane
So I'm swerving all the shit
Never catch me with a lame
I got standards for my clique
So, I'm lit lit
That's right I'm in this bitch
Jumping over all the tricks, yeah
I could never miss
Yeah, so I reel her in she feeling it
I'm loosed up, I'm warm as shit
I might have to turn her quick before I leave her with the stick

Yeah, I'm at the corner store
I need a few more pile it up I'm tryna pour
I'm like a world war I tear it up I'm never sore
You know I'm tryna soar
I'm flying through the lanes but I switch it up

Yeah, she might need a doctor
I'm finished, I'm done with her
Now she want that money flair
That's on me but I don't care
Flexing like I'm in Bel Air
Take a seat and get prepared
Moving like Houdini, you see me
Then I ain't there
Smoke outside her head I feel the red in my eyes, yeah
But, I just hit the dash, I go viral then I slide, yeah
I'm just throwing paper we got plenty more to find, yeah
Leave it up to me I'm like a ghost in the night, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Banditelli
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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