Why Would I Lack lyrics

[Intro: CHII WVTTZ]
(Glo made that beat?)
Grrah-grrah
Grrah-grrah
Gang-gang-gang
(Ahahahahaha)

[Verse 1: CHII WVTTZ]
Like, why would I lack? (Why would I lack?)
Bend that, blick that, n*gga run track, like (Grrt, baow)
Hollows, they beatin' his hat
Why would I diss? You get took off the map (Gang-gang-gang)
800-K, still Rah in a pack, like
Matt got poked by a fag (Gang, gang, gang)
n*ggas, they dissin', they never got back, like
These n*ggas pus*y or ass (Grrt, baow)
I see a opp and he gettin' no pass, like
Hollows, they rippin' his neck (Rippin' his neck)
Hollows, they rippin' his chest (Rippin' his chest)
Don't got a gun, n*ggas knowin' the rest (Lotti)
I see a Gz but I'm leavin' him stretched, like
n*gga, you know I'ma flex (Know I'ma flex)
n*gga, I aim for the dread (Grrt)
If you a opp, you get touched with the lead (Gang-gang-gang)

[Verse 2: Chii Wvttz & Swervo Flocca]
DOA, n*ggas know that we with that (Grrt)
We the new GBE, n*ggas don't sit back (Gang-gang-gang)
Like, hollows, they pushin' his ribs back
Like, n*ggas they talk about with that (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Throw up a O and you know I'ma clip that
Can't chill with a n*gga ain't get back (Grrah, boom)
Got shot by a dyke, ain't click back (Grrah)
No we ain't dissin', we talkin' on real facts (Baow-baow-baow, grrt)
[Verse 3: Swervo Flocca]
I'm a demon, I'm not finna argue
Not with the talkin', I'ma get up and spark you
Spin through, up the knocks, I'ma charge you
He lie to his fellas, get hit with these hollows too
Can't slack, won't lack, won't trip (Baow)
If he up with the tool, he get hit in sh*t (Baow-baow-baow)
Can't slack, won't lack, won't trip (Like)
If he up with the tool, he get hit in sh*t, like (Like, what?)
Keep clickin', if I up with the knocks, you get missin'
I'ma flock at your bro and whoever that's with him
Smokin' on Mex', this sh*t really hittin'
Y'all never got back for your deads, I'm not kiddin' (pus*y)

[Verse 4: Dougie B]
I used to trap with a pack
Now I spin back 'cause he chat with my tracks
Now we get money, big money, no cap
Look-look like a pimp when I walk with this strap
Ho-ho-hold up, now it's time for the get back
I been fiendin', bro told me to sit back
If you outside on that block then you get clapped
EOS, GBG, b*tch, yeah, I did that
Too lit, t-too geeked
Somebody pass me a muddy or somethin'
Perky bustin', adrenaline rushin'