Why so ?

Benz on the beat
I just wanna know why Mother Fuckers look you in your face and they be wondering
When can I cross you

Why they gotta do me like that like that
Why they gotta stab me in the back in the back
Why they gotta do me like that like that
Why they gotta stab me in the back in the back
Why so, why so, why so, why so
Why they gotta do me like that like that
Why they gotta stab me in the back in the back

Why these hoes acting like that like that
Why they switching like they some rats hold em back
Benz on a mission mission make a big impact
On my way to the highest peak that's a damn fact
Won't ever let these bitches pass me tell me get back
Won't let nobody get close to me or they'll get smacked
All these bitches fake yeah these niggas fake they momma fake
I can never tell who real everybody snakes
If I put my trust in these phony's that's a mistake
Put em in a jug mix it up call it Kool-Aid
Bitches wasn't fucking with me now it's too late
Now they wanna be friends cause they two faced
Don't want y'all in my circle that shit dead cause y'all too stank
Wanna know what I think I y'all need some toothpaste
Eat these bitches up on the table like a dinner plate
Tell the butler for desert make some cheesecake

Why they gotta do me like that like that
Why they gotta stab me in the back in the back
Why they gotta do me like that like that
Why they gotta stab me in the back in the back
Why so, why so, why so, why so
Why they gotta do me like that like that
Why they gotta stab me in the back in the back

Only way to do it is the way that I do it
I ain't like these other bitches what I speak I really do it
You can give em what I use they could still never do it
Any task that I'm giving I don't waste no time to do it
Why these bitches faker than a myth call em Bigfoot
Why they always think somebody care about they input
Why they can't see the bigger picture or the outlook
Why they can't seem to follow rules without a handbook
Y'all bitches really babies gotta hold your hand through everything
These bitches is jabroni's got em faking like we wrestling
My bank account on full cause everyday I'm hustling
Yo bank account on broke cause everyday you suffering
Dropped these bitches on they head heard em rapping caution
After I dropped caution all the hoes I dissed still watching
I can diss you bitches everyday I'm not exhausted
I know I make you sick tell the doc you Nauseous

Why they gotta do me like that like that
Why they gotta stab me in the back in the back
Why they gotta do me like that like that
Why they gotta stab me in the back in the back
Why so, why so, why so, why so
Why they gotta do me like that like that
Why they gotta stab me in the back in the back
Why they gotta do me like that like that
Why they gotta stab me in the back in the back

Why so, why so, why so, why so



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Writer(s): Anbria Paul, Darryl Hill
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