Why
I be like why
Why I'm the topic of your conversation
I be like why
I'm on that fuck a nigga pay me shit why
Why your bitch gripping my chains and shit why
Why they always putting my name in shit why
Why I'm the topic of the discussion
Running up we bussing
Aye little buddy want the smoke
We put him in a Russian
Why ready to slide on my own
I don't really trust you
I don't really do the friendly shit
it's really fuck you
Why you niggas break the code
Why you always fold
Why you hating on a kid guess I never know
Watch I walk up to his crib
We going to blow his dome
You already know
Why you cap you a rat
You ain't did this and that where your strap
You say you going to kill me
Where you at
If I find where you hiding
you know we going to stamp it
Back on my young nigga shit
Walk in the show with my gun on my dick
Watch where you going
don't step on my shit
What's in my cup expensive
They tried to say I sell my soul
cause I got a little change
And I got blood up on these chains
Hope it don't leave a stain
And I wish death to any nigga
that speak on my name
Never go against the grain
It's all apart of the game
I be like why
Why I'm the topic of your conversation
I be like why
I'm on that fuck a nigga pay me shit why
Why your bitch gripping my chains and shit why
Why they always putting my name in shit why
Why I'm the topic of the discussion
Running up we bussing
Aye little buddy want the smoke
We put him in a Russian
Why ready to slide on my own
I don't really trust you
I don't really do the friendly shit
It's really fuck you
Why I'm the topic of your conversation
I be like why
I'm on that fuck a nigga pay me shit why
Why your bitch gripping my chains and shit why
Why they always putting my name in shit why
Why I'm the topic of the discussion
Running up we bussing
Aye little buddy want the smoke
We put him in a Russian
Why ready to slide on my own
I don't really trust you
I don't really do the friendly shit
it's really fuck you
Why you niggas break the code
Why you always fold
Why you hating on a kid guess I never know
Watch I walk up to his crib
We going to blow his dome
You already know
Why you cap you a rat
You ain't did this and that where your strap
You say you going to kill me
Where you at
If I find where you hiding
you know we going to stamp it
Back on my young nigga shit
Walk in the show with my gun on my dick
Watch where you going
don't step on my shit
What's in my cup expensive
They tried to say I sell my soul
cause I got a little change
And I got blood up on these chains
Hope it don't leave a stain
And I wish death to any nigga
that speak on my name
Never go against the grain
It's all apart of the game
I be like why
Why I'm the topic of your conversation
I be like why
I'm on that fuck a nigga pay me shit why
Why your bitch gripping my chains and shit why
Why they always putting my name in shit why
Why I'm the topic of the discussion
Running up we bussing
Aye little buddy want the smoke
We put him in a Russian
Why ready to slide on my own
I don't really trust you
I don't really do the friendly shit
It's really fuck you
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Writer(s): Jordan Robinson
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