Why lyrics

[Intro]
(Bless you Andy)
Yeah (Hurt, what it do?)
Yeah

[Verse]
My timin' is rich, my diamonds are different
Uppin' the ranking, big with the bankin' (Yeah)
Low with the press, no blocks for the boy
Hop in the coupe, she look tight like a minute (Skrrt)
This b*tch a ten and in ten, I'm in it (Yeah)
White teeth, b*tch, FaceTime in the kitchen (Ha)
f*ck her two times, oh well, good riddance
Border ego in a room full of pigeons
Throw me that pus*y, one hand catch, dig in'
Coupe like I'm white like Andy Griffin
I cannot stress it, ho did the boys and the girls get thе message
Give hеr some ecs', I hope that she blessin'
If she get mad she tryna arrest me, she wanna sex me
These n*ggas pounds like the fresh level chest piece (Zoom)

[Chorus]
Why would they test me? (Zoom)
Why would they press me? (Zoom)
Run up that sack, need a ESPY (Zoom)
f*ck on that b*tch, I got technique (Uh)
Bro had a stretch where his Tec be (Zoom)
b*tches be actin' like they know me (Mmm)
Knowin' damn well they ain't meet me (Zoom)
Me, me, me, fill in Maybach, couple freaks (Zoom)
Lames get treats, mmm (Mmm)
[Open Verse]

[Chorus]
Why would they test me? (Zoom, zoom)
Why would they press me? (Zoom)
Run up that sack, need a ESPY (Zoom)
f*ck on that b*tch, I got technique (Uh)
Bro had a stretch where his Tec be (Zoom)
b*tches be actin' like they know me (Mmm)
Knowin' damn well they ain't meet me (Zoom)
Me, me, me, fill in Maybach, couple freaks (Zoom)
Lames get treats, mmm (Mmm)

[Open Verse]