Why Lyrics

Yeah yeah uh

Yeah yeah uh

Bigga fucking uh

Watch ya hoe bitch

Yeah yeah yeah

B i double

Very humble

Look for trouble

Shoot at huddles

Flee the country catch the shuttle

Fuck her good no time to cuddle

Hoodie on black nasties through a puddle

Cocky nigga aura loud never subtle

Niggas bitches aim at frontals

Uh

Why them niggas talking like they ran up on me

Why these bitches acting like a nigga ain't fuck for free

Why police think Ima slow down when they catch up speed

Why you think I smoke this weed demons provoking me

Uh big Bigga

I don't play with niggas

Sleepovers with them killers

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I don't care what flag you bang

Nigga better work that trigger

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I like fucking strippers bend them over get up in her

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I was innocent

The disrespect turned me menace

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Them bitches gonna be on lock if they throwing me a sentence

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I get real evil told my nana i need repentance

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I been woke since I was 10 a nigga independent

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Wanted to be like Griselda studied watched all her methods

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Bigga know the fuck is up

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Bigga know I pop them trunks

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

You know them bitches down to fuck

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

You know Bigga count them bucks

Why them niggas talking like they ran up on me

Why them bitches acting like a nigga ain't fuck for free

Why police thinking ima slow down when they catch up speed

Why you think I smoke this weed demons provoking me

Why them niggas talking like they ran up on me

Why them bitches acting like a nigga ain't fuck for free

Why police thinking ima slow down when they catch up speed

Why you think I smoke this weed demons provoking me bitch

Never got a issue bring the tissue to the funeral

Hit my ockys for the glockys , toast you like a pita roll

And before I touched the money, been hitting them centerfolds

You could tell you got a square in ya circle if you bring them close

Yeah

Big bigga no need to introduce

Like im racist got these niggas by a noose

Never beasting before the liquor she was already loose

And my grandma know I smoke dope

She buss down on her loose

Talking down south nana

Cousins with country grammar

Breeze off the cookout and rock out

Passenger with the hammer

Uh

Shitting for my daddy

Aspire to make opps madder

Yeah

My bitches shit

On ya bitches

They badder ass fatter

Yeah

Why them niggas talking like they ran up on me

Why them bitches acting like a nigga ain't fuck for free

Why police thinking ima slow down when they catch up speed

Why you think I smoke this weed demons provoking me

Why them niggas talking like they ran up on me

Why these bitches acting like a nigga ain't fuck for free

Why police thinking ima slow down when they catch up speed

Why you think I smoke this weed demons provoking me bitch

Yeah demons provoking me bitch

That shit is fire yo