Why? ft. SSGKobe Lyrics

I ain't talkin' bout lamb but we got chops

I don't want no sex, I want your thoughts

Throwin' a two in the Fanta

I'm in love with the blue like Chrisean Rock

I been avoiding the cameras

Paranoid that the cops gon' throw me in a box

Rats always go to the cheese

I start up the whip with no keys

I'm in the belly of the beast

Why?

Why did I spend five bands on syrup?

Why did I spend five bills on a shirt?

I can't take it back so I pop this perc

Pop this perc

Why?

Why do you put the blame on me

Why do you love your secrecy?

Is there something I don't see

Walk in the trap with a whole lot of tillery

Why would I let these lil' niggas come get to me

Why is it that all my friends turn to enemies?

Why is it that all my family depend on me?

Why did I spend five bands on some denim jeans?

I know these niggas too broke, are you kiddin' me

She get that mortal, come back and come finish me

Kick us up off of the court, we gon' end the streaks

I will pop for my gang, I'm a pop for my guys

If you run on the gang then you know you gon' die

I be smokin' on gas, bitch, you know that I'm high

If a nigga talk shit, then you know we gon' slide

And I walk in the trap with that Glock on my side

And I beat up the kitchen, I'm whippin' the pots

And I'm smokin' on gas till I'm high in the sky

I ain't talkin' bout lamb but we got chops

I don't want no sex, I want your thoughts

Throwin' a two in the Fanta

I'm in love with the blue like Chrisean Rock

I been avoiding the cameras

Paranoid that the cops gon' throw me in a box

Rats always go to the cheese

I start up the whip with no keys

I'm in the belly of the beast

Why?

Why did I spend five bands on syrup?

Why did I spend five bills on a shirt?

I can't take it back so I pop this perc

Pop this perc

Why?

Why do you put the blame on me

Why do you love your secrecy?

Is there something I don't see

Heard that you quick to just lie

I got a feelin' I'm made for this shit take a sip and get high

If I'm doin' it right

In a few years, have a mil in my life

If I'm sleepin', I'll die

This money ain't meant to be made

I'm off the drugs with a Glock, it ain't safe

Poppin' a perc just to keep me awake

Ain't feelin' vigilant, I ain't gon' save you

You think that you feelin' me?

Like, bitch, are you kiddin' me, There ain't no killin' me

You like to argue and say it's revenge, but I do not let it get to me

You ain't a friend of me

If anything, enemies

I'm off the X, X, X

I'm off the ecstasy

I ain't talkin' bout lamb but we got chops

I don't want no sex, I want your thoughts

Throwin' a two in the Fanta

I'm in love with the blue like Chrisean Rock

I been avoiding the cameras

Paranoid that the cops gon' throw me in a box

Rats always go to the cheese

I start up the whip with no keys

I'm in the belly of the beast

Why?

Why did I spend five bands on syrup?

Why did I spend five bills on a shirt?

I can't take it back so I pop this perc

Pop this perc

Why?

Why do you put the blame on me

Why do you love your secrecy?

Is there something I don't see