Why You Depressed 2 ft. Kmuney Vert Lyrics

I don't play no games

I'm leave you uncharted

Family okay

Ain't no more starving

And we was on the grind

We was trying to go and chase and gain that mileage

And ain't no DaBaby but you know I keep me a bottle

I been pushing that weight

Can you hear that throttle

I be like come in this bitch

And I came in this shit with some models

We walked in the club came in this bitch yeah with some bottles

Like why you depressed let's go drown and drown our sorrows

Yeah, walk in the club with a stick

Bad bitch she love me she grabbing my dick

Call lil Timmy he will go blitz

I fuck her then pass her to the gang assist

Big real jewels, with the big ass boats,

with the big ass jeans, it's Rick

All black fit for the night

When it late night creep on your bitch

Wake up get money it's all on my mind

Bad bitch wanna fuck so I break her spine

She can't be copied, I'm one of a kind

My pockets real fat so I keep my iron

Bitch real bad, yeah she fine as a dime

No 50 Cent, but I'm get rich or die tryin

Yuh, Yuh, 50 Cent I'ma get rich or die tryin

Seating in a two door Vet coupe

Even way back in the day, I had juice

Rocking an oversized hoodie and the jeans fit loose

Got a instrument, blow the flute

Lame ass nigga trying to come and steal my style lil nigga I raised you

This drip shit forever lasting so mean styles I feel like Goku

Hey

Hey

Hey

I don't play no games

I'm leave you uncharted

Family okay

Ain't no more starving

And we was on the grind

We was trying to go and chase and gain that mileage

And ain't no DaBaby but you know I keep me a bottle

I been pushing that weight

Can you hear that throttle

I be like come in this bitch

And I came in this shit with some models

We walked in the club came in this bitch yeah with some bottles

Like why you depressed let's go drown and drown our sorrows

Aye

Aye

I be swerving all this bitches, road rage

I can't fuck with a dirty slut, money

I just gotta get where the honeys

I'm just tryna get my money

Get that moncler lil coat

Baby trying to take me as the joker

Bitch this ain't no joke

Said he running with a choppa

But he forgot to go get the scope

And he said he was a gangster

But he need to go talk to the Pope

Ouh, Ouh,

I'm with two bitches in tonka truck

Ride around with twins

next thing you know she left her skirt up

Yeah the way the hop in this whip

I think that shit just was some double dutch

Like why you depressed

I'm bout to fill up a double cup