Why Tf lyrics

[Intro]
sh*ttyboyz (sh*ttyboyz)
sh*ttyboyz (sh*ttyboyz)
Why the f*ck (Dogsh*t Militia that's on every sign)
Why the f*ck, huh, ayy (sh*ttyboyz)
n*ggas think they f*ckin with me (sh*ttyboyz Dogsh*t Militia that's on every sign)
n*ggas think they f*ckin with me (sh*ttyboyz Dogsh*t Militia that's on every sign)
Why the f*ck, n*ggas think that yeah (pew, sh*ttyboyz)

[Chorus]
Yeahhhhhh
Why the f*ck? (Why the f*ck?)
These n*ggas think they f*ckin' with me
You don't catch me in the stu I'm prolly somewhere punchin' giffy's
Why the f*ck? (Why the f*ck?)
The police thinkin' they can flick me
Scat take a split-second just to go from 0 to 60
Why the f*ck? (Why the f*ck?)
These n*ggas thinkin' they can get me
Turn this b*tch to Disney World quick we poppin' out with Mickey's
Why the f*ck? (Why the f*ck?)
These b*tches thinkin' they can trick me
You done lost yo damn mind you think this more than just a quickie

[Verse 1]
You won't catch me trippin' on no b*tches I don't care about em
Fendi with the evil eyes they think I got a staring problem
You was prolly rockin' Levi Strauss when I was wearing Robin's
Cheese the only thing that's on my mind I think I'm Aaron Rodgers
Riding round with blasters lookin' like its Halo Infinite
New b*tch 35 I call her my lil JLow Pinkett Smith
Every day my n*ggas light up tree it ain't no Christmas sh*t
Suck it like a demon, ain't no f*ckin' way you Christian b*tch
I might rap another verse, or I might jam another reader
Every b*tch a masterpiece, I'm only slamming Mona Lisa's
Rock a Palm Angels joggy but I'm dancing with the demons
Red beams on his block, I Anakin and beat him
[Chorus]
Yeahhhhhh
Why the f*ck? (Why the f*ck?)
These n*ggas think they f*ckin' with me
You don't catch me in the stu I'm prolly somewhere punchin' giffy's
Why the f*ck? (Why the f*ck?)
The police thinkin' they can flick me
Scat take a split-second just to go from 0 to 60
Why the f*ck? (Why the f*ck?)
These n*ggas thinkin' they can get me
Turn this b*tch to Disney World quick we poppin' out with Mickey's
Why the f*ck? (Why the f*ck?)
These b*tches thinkin' they can trick me
You done lost yo damn mind you think this more than just a quickie (Lost yo' damn mind)

[Verse 2]
(Pshhhhh)
Run a check up like a doctor
Pull up Gucci, Louis, Dior, she gon' rip me out my boxers
(Pshhhhh)
If it ain't hibachi then its lobster
n*gga we don't do no fighting, we be boxing up the boxers
(Pshhhhh)
All these chopsticks in the whip, I need an eggroll (sticks)
Pull up in this fast whip I bet she give me head slow
sh*ttyboy but I ain't sh*t, the b*tches say I'm dead wrong
Big sh*tter, when I die I want that on my headstone
Pape plus designer equals your b*tch minus all her clothes
My whip looking just like ace of spades, I ride with all these poles
Bro don't got no friends I don't know why he buy all this Vlone
[Chorus]
Yeahhhhhh
Why the f*ck? (Why the f*ck?)
These n*ggas think they f*ckin' with me
You don't catch me in the stu I'm prolly somewhere punchin' giffy's
Why the f*ck? (Why the f*ck?)
The police thinkin' they can flick me
Scat take a split-second just to go from 0 to 60
Why the f*ck? (Why the f*ck?)
These n*ggas thinkin' they can get me
Turn this b*tch to Disney World quick we poppin' out with Mickey's
Why the f*ck? (Why the f*ck?)
These b*tches thinkin' they can trick me
You done lost yo damn mind you think this more than just a quickie (Lost yo' damn mind)

[Outro]
Why the f*ck? What the f*ck? Who the f*ck n*ggas think they is?
Hah
b*tch, SBDSM, b*tch
Mmmmmmm, yeahhh sh*ttyboyz