Why TF Lyrics

Uhh yeah

Uhh yeah

I say why you acting clueless

Why the fuck you coming up with all these pitty-putt excuses

Now they ask me why I do it

I got tired of eating noodles

Tryna take my mom to Ruth Chris

See me grinding and they ask me how I do it

I just said it

Bitch I'm grinding ain't no other way around it (gotta get it)

It get grimy when you coming out the jungle

So I hang around gorillas

And they know I keep it real why the fuck would I be faking

I'm not in this for the thrill

I'm in it all for the taking

If you play you lose your life this ain't no game no this not Tekken

If you playing with Jayraine got the wrong guy must be mistaken

If you really want to beef must be informed I don't do steak

But my brothers wait outback Stakeout

Soon as you come outside then it's splat

Take out

That's cause fasho they know I got they know I got they back

My spine I'd take it out for 'em if I had to

No, I'm not looking at you

I'm looking past you

So please don't make no move might be ya last move

No ain't no need to talk go ask that last dude

Go ask that last dude yeah

Why you acting so damn clueless

Why the fuck you coming up with all these pitty-pat

Now they ask me why I do this

I got tired of eating noodles tryna take my mom to Ruth Chris

Ma I gotcha, granny I gotcha, Sisters I gottem fasho

They say I'm the one, and I know I'm the one and I'm gone have the one with the o's behind it

I do not fear cause my bros behind me

I do not trip cause my future in front of me

Ima be it cause God above me

I remain humble I came from nothing

Product of environment you got to get it how you live

Looked at it for what it was

'Cause it is what it is

Lil mama say she wants to fuck I say shawty what's the biz

I'm a gone and hype her up, pipe her down I'm that Negus

After that, I got to bounce

Get that cash

Stack them figures

And I'm a keep it coming in for figure eight

Don't slip I put on drip you gone need fins to swim away

Why you acting so damn clueless

Why the fuck you coming in with all these pitty-patt excuses

Now they ask me why I do it

Tryna to take my mom to Ruth Chris