Oh Why Oh Why ft. Moontsie Lyrics

Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in the clouds

I'm tryna go off and make my momma proud

These niggas switch up for a penny, I feel like Mr. Proud

My youngin throwed, he keep a switchy, hop out blick the crowd

What I'm posed to tell my momma if I let her down?

And who I'm posed to tell my problems if no one around?

He play with us, we gotta send his body past the ground

Hop out with sticks in a black truck, let off a hundred rounds, oh, I

I'm doing drugs, I'm needing love, oh, why, oh, why

He play with us, it's up, it's stuck, oh, why, oh, why

Hop out with clips and let it bust, oh, why, oh, why

One of them ones, you know what's up, oh, why, oh, why

All they do is make a diss and use they words, know not to try

We treat bullets like a bird, we hop out black truck, let it fly

I hit it from the back, make her sing my ad-lib, oh why, oh why

On the gram, got hats, but he ain't active, won't come outside

If it's smoke, then come and get me

Me and 5ive, we hop out tweaking

I'm the shit just like the feces

The crew, we come through sweeping

He touch the chain, he die for reaching

Uh he die for reaching

He die for reaching, oh, I, oh, I

Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in the clouds

I'm tryna go off and make my momma proud

These niggas switch up for a penny, I feel like Mr. Proud

My youngin throwed, he keep a switchy, hop out blick the crowd

What I'm posed to tell my momma if I let her down?

And who I'm posed to tell my problems if no one around?

He play with us, we gotta send his body past the ground

Hop out with sticks in a black truck, let off a hundred rounds, oh, I

I'm doing drugs, I'm needing love, oh, why, oh, why

He play with us, it's up, it's stuck, oh, why, oh, why

Hop out with clips and let it bust, oh, why, oh, why

One of them ones, you know what's up, oh, why, oh, why

Keep an 9 just like Joe Burrow

I feel like Jamar, bank all I chase

I'm in love with all this money, I might just get a tat on my face

Better eat me like I'm a steak, baby girl, I promise I don't do dates

And I had to change my route cause I feel like you getting in the way

I'm the golden child, I done found out

Last year was a nobody, but I had to figure my sound out

I was down bad on my last, I was down down

Now when I hit it, little mama be louder than a surround sound, on God

Yeah, turn me up in the headphones

Doin percocets, till my head gone

Running money, I'ma till my legs gone, oh, why

I've been riding this beat with the pegs on

Gotta score cause I'm in the red zone

Never on the same page, I read wrong, oh, why

Fasho