​im like why lyrics

[Intro]
(過去の自分と向き合う)
(4, 4, 4, 4)
Gang, gang, gang

[Verse 1]
(Plot, then a—)
b*tch tryna plot, then a b*tch might die
I look around 'fore I hop in the ride
Pull up with sticks, yeah we pull up with fire
I love a bad b*tch with thick thighs
And I like when them titties poke out the sides
Yeah, I'm coolin' with my man's outside
I'm finna walk on that block wit' the nine
Yeah we bumping out, n*gga, don't run
Hate when I shoot this, sh*t, it's gon' jump
Tell these n*ggas watch out, man these n*ggas my sons
Yeah, they copy me 'cause they ain't know none
This b*tch fall in love like wonton soup
Skrt off the lot after I dropped the—
Skrt off the lot after I dropped the roof
And I'm out in Cali, smokin' on zoot
b*tches on my di*k, hoppin' in the coupe
b*tches on my di*k when I hop out the coupe

[Verse 2]
Tch, huh, yeah
b*tch on my di*k and she loose with the knock
n*ggas talk crazy, we send them to gods
n*ggas talk crazy, my n*ggas gon' pop you
You goin' through whatever, my n*gga you flodgin'
You was 1c, yeah, n*gga was poppin'?
Lil' n*gga you ain't flexin', lil' n*gga stop it
Lil' n*ggas try 'n' run down, n*gga we flock
Gang, gang
Lil' n*ggas try 'n' run down, n*gga we flockin'
Yeah, we keep knock on the hip
If it go down, take that sh*t to the chest
They wanna come, my n*ggas gon' spin
They wanna come, my n*ggas gon' spin
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 3]
This b*tch tryna f*ck, this bi—
This b*tch tryna f*ck, this b*tch want sex
If a b*tch bad, I could f*ck her all night
Smokin' on a blunt, I don't sip dirty Sprite
Copped me a zip, I'll be alright
Copped me a zip, yeah, I feel fly
Yeah, all night, trap all night
On a ride, baby, take me on a ride
On the rise, yeah, 1c, we on the rise

[Verse 4]
Yeah, why? Baby, I'm like why?
Finna take a hit up out the spliff, head to the sky
If I got the pogo on me, n*ggas gettin' slimed
Yeah, buck 50 n*gga, get yo' face slashed on the side
Tryna get f*cked, pull them panties to the side
To the side, pull 'em to the side
Caught that n*gga at that show, put that n*gga to the side
Thom Browne or the Visvim hoodie, no, I can't decide
I pick the Thom Browne hoodie, yeah, four stripes on my side
Yeah, four stripes on my side
n*ggas they can't f*ck with me, they cannot tweak with me, nah
n*ggas they can't f*ck with me, they can't compete with me, nah
I'on even really know what you mean to me, nah
I love it when I—
I love it when she wear that short ass dress, yeah
Lil' b*tch on my di*k, it don't make no sense
Big 1c, I'ma throw my set
Out in Vancouver and I'm shopping at Saks
b*tch on the plug, fly like a dove
n*ggas ain't use to f*ck with me for none
This b*tch is a sl*t, I f*ck with the sl*ts
n*ggas talkin' down, I done had enough
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