Why lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, straight like that
You ain't tryna pick up when I motherf*ckin' call your ass, b*tch (Weak-ass)
f*ck is wrong with you, ho? (f*ck you think you playin' with, b*tch?)
Stupid-ass b*tch (Armani, this sh*t stupid, boy)
Yeah
There when I pick up, you know?
Why you gotta be like that though, you know?
I'm tryna see what's up, like
I understand n*ggas talkin' 'bout, like, you know?
Look

[Verse 1]
Ayy, we can get it right, why you stallin' me?
Like, I should do the same thing when you be callin' me
We took a crash, took a fall, but it's all on me
Switch your number, switch teams, tryna ball on me
I be at my shows, I be thinkin' why you not around
Steady tellin' hoes don't touch me, that sh*t is not allowed
I be on the road, I'm gone, I be out of town
Had us up, we be steppin' out with likе two hundred thou'
Why you don't respond when I tеxt you, "What you on?"
You gotta get up early, so you actin' like I'm wrong
I wanna see you naked, wanna get you out that thong
I play that Jagged Edge and that's gon' get her in her zone (Uh-huh)
[Interlude]
What? sh*t crazy
Look

[Verse 2]
I know you bad, but I got b*tches on my line
Plus I can't be around to kick it every time (Nah)
I see you on the 'Gram and now you on my mind (Yeah)
When I seen her I pushed up and I just told her, "Take my line" (Yeah)
Foot up on her block, me and Codeine Slim
She a bad b*tch, she say her brother out the Brims
I like the Puerto Rican b*tches in New York that wear them Timbs
Just slidin' through the ghetto, playin' 22nd Jim
I'm in the game, I hate the injuries, but I still grab the rim
Bad b*tches be with us, they don't never be with them
Put my foot on n*ggas' necks, tell Ghazi I need an M
'Cause they ain't workin' how I'm workin', they ain't in that gym

[Outro]
Yeah
Straight up, like, you know?
You a bad b*tch, call your ass
I ain't tryna, I could fall back too though, you know?
Just checkin' on you, like
I ain't tryna be annoying or nothing
Just tryna buzz your line and sh*t, you hear me?
What you on, b*tch?
I'ma tet your ass, "What you on, b*tch?"
Watermelon head-ass
Cute fine-ass b*tch, you know?
Probably got a thousand n*ggas texting you and sh*t
Yeah, b*tch, I ain't gon' bug your ass though
Yeah, call me, b*tch, straight up
Yeah
Why that?
Why this?
Why?
She wanna know why, b*tch
Why the f*ck you ain't pick up when I call your motherf*ckin' ass?
Why that? Motherf*cker
Cough syrup
(On Money)