Why
Wicked, I'm wicked
Wicked, I'm wicked
Bitch, your fuckin' ass get caught on me
I'm finna change my number (change my number)
I keep heat like it's June and July but my heart in December
Why do they keep callin' me? Why do they keep stalkin' me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can't get 'em off of me
Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jockin' me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these niggas flock to me
Why you keep that gun tucked? Why you always turnt up?
Nardo, you a rapper now, I don't give not one fuck
Why are you so cold-hearted? Blame it on my chain
Why everybody call you now? Blame it on the fame (yeah)
Got mе and all my niggas out the street but we still street
Me and еvery nigga 'round me full but we still eat
They try to tell us, "Slow down on that slime," but we still creep
Ain't woke up since that day you tried, bitch still sleep
Put my phone on DND whenever she around (she around)
Make sure we hit them niggas' street whenever we in town (we in town)
Them niggas know we steppin' like it's roaches on the ground
All that mean-muggin', gummin', boy gon' die with a frown (die 'em)
Why do they keep callin' me? Why do they keep stalkin' me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can't get 'em off of me
Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jockin' me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these niggas flock to me
Why you keep that gun tucked? Why you always turnt up?
Nardo, you a rapper now, I don't give not one fuck
Why are you so cold-hearted? Blame it on my chain
Why everybody call you now? Blame it on the fame
Fuck a bitch, you better find a teflon hat (teflon hat)
Shoot at us, we kill two, that's how we get back
'Fore we left, all you heard was a bunch of click-clacks
Got back, wasn't shit left and none of our Gats (huh)
You can't call me lil' bro 'cause I'm a big dawg
Tony, that's my big bro, he sold fentanyl
You wanna know why I'm catchin' you? I played football (football)
Don't come over here talkin' wrong, I'll shoot your lips off
(Ayy, you're fake, nigga, K, niggas know I'm somethin')
Bitches from the past keep callin' me, I'm finna change my number
I keep heat like it's June and July but my heart in December
Why do they keep callin' me? Why do they keep stalkin' me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can't get 'em off of me
Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jockin' me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these niggas flock to me
Why you keep that gun tucked? Why you always turnt up?
Nardo, you a rapper now, I don't give not one fuck
Why are you so cold-hearted? Blame it on my chain
Why everybody call you now? Blame it on the fame (yeah)
Wicked, I'm wicked
Bitch, your fuckin' ass get caught on me
I'm finna change my number (change my number)
I keep heat like it's June and July but my heart in December
Why do they keep callin' me? Why do they keep stalkin' me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can't get 'em off of me
Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jockin' me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these niggas flock to me
Why you keep that gun tucked? Why you always turnt up?
Nardo, you a rapper now, I don't give not one fuck
Why are you so cold-hearted? Blame it on my chain
Why everybody call you now? Blame it on the fame (yeah)
Got mе and all my niggas out the street but we still street
Me and еvery nigga 'round me full but we still eat
They try to tell us, "Slow down on that slime," but we still creep
Ain't woke up since that day you tried, bitch still sleep
Put my phone on DND whenever she around (she around)
Make sure we hit them niggas' street whenever we in town (we in town)
Them niggas know we steppin' like it's roaches on the ground
All that mean-muggin', gummin', boy gon' die with a frown (die 'em)
Why do they keep callin' me? Why do they keep stalkin' me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can't get 'em off of me
Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jockin' me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these niggas flock to me
Why you keep that gun tucked? Why you always turnt up?
Nardo, you a rapper now, I don't give not one fuck
Why are you so cold-hearted? Blame it on my chain
Why everybody call you now? Blame it on the fame
Fuck a bitch, you better find a teflon hat (teflon hat)
Shoot at us, we kill two, that's how we get back
'Fore we left, all you heard was a bunch of click-clacks
Got back, wasn't shit left and none of our Gats (huh)
You can't call me lil' bro 'cause I'm a big dawg
Tony, that's my big bro, he sold fentanyl
You wanna know why I'm catchin' you? I played football (football)
Don't come over here talkin' wrong, I'll shoot your lips off
(Ayy, you're fake, nigga, K, niggas know I'm somethin')
Bitches from the past keep callin' me, I'm finna change my number
I keep heat like it's June and July but my heart in December
Why do they keep callin' me? Why do they keep stalkin' me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can't get 'em off of me
Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jockin' me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these niggas flock to me
Why you keep that gun tucked? Why you always turnt up?
Nardo, you a rapper now, I don't give not one fuck
Why are you so cold-hearted? Blame it on my chain
Why everybody call you now? Blame it on the fame (yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Rick Laepple, Darryon Bunton, Horace Walls
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