WHY TF
Ay (ay) ay (ay) ay (ay) let's do it
Why the fuck they mad at me for? (ay)
Why the fuck they mad at me for?
Why the fuck they mad at me for?
Got my money, bought diamonds
Now I'm dripping for sure
Fuck the streets up again baby
Why you pissing me off?
Yeah, I'm back baby
Never left, she aches for my soul
All these rappers repping street, but they ain't making a dime
If I got caught for what I done, I done be spending some time
Old friends had to cut em off
They fucking my mind
They twisted inside
Habits fucking you up for life
That's a limelight, scheme life, dream why
80 bands, I ran it up
Spend it all cause she fine
Yeah I made 300 bands
Know I gotta steal mind
All my bitches fortunate
I'm giving them my time
I be reading like a prophet bruh
Knowledge know I'm bossing up
Flying out the country, too much trap
I gotta flossin' up
Got my timbs on
Fuck it babe, they know I'm balling up
They try hide from me, I run the street
I bought my partner some
Why the fuck they mad at me for?
I got diamonds, I got elliots
I'm flossin' for sure (what)
I feel like I'm dripping some more
If they mad, they gon' be madder
Cause I'm doing the most
Why the fuck they mad at me for?
Got my money up, bought diamonds
Now I'm dripping for sure
Fuck the streets up again baby
Why you pissing me off
Yeah I'm back baby
Never left, she aches for my soul (aches for my soul)
Why the fuck they mad at me for? (ay)
Why the fuck they mad at me for?
Why the fuck they mad at me for?
Got my money, bought diamonds
Now I'm dripping for sure
Fuck the streets up again baby
Why you pissing me off?
Yeah, I'm back baby
Never left, she aches for my soul
All these rappers repping street, but they ain't making a dime
If I got caught for what I done, I done be spending some time
Old friends had to cut em off
They fucking my mind
They twisted inside
Habits fucking you up for life
That's a limelight, scheme life, dream why
80 bands, I ran it up
Spend it all cause she fine
Yeah I made 300 bands
Know I gotta steal mind
All my bitches fortunate
I'm giving them my time
I be reading like a prophet bruh
Knowledge know I'm bossing up
Flying out the country, too much trap
I gotta flossin' up
Got my timbs on
Fuck it babe, they know I'm balling up
They try hide from me, I run the street
I bought my partner some
Why the fuck they mad at me for?
I got diamonds, I got elliots
I'm flossin' for sure (what)
I feel like I'm dripping some more
If they mad, they gon' be madder
Cause I'm doing the most
Why the fuck they mad at me for?
Got my money up, bought diamonds
Now I'm dripping for sure
Fuck the streets up again baby
Why you pissing me off
Yeah I'm back baby
Never left, she aches for my soul (aches for my soul)
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Writer(s): Laurent Formica
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