Why They Playing Lyrics

My bad bitch is a savage

My bad bitch is a bad bitch

My bad bitch is a ratchet

My bad bitch live lavish

That Moet with the ice in it

That sell price, I'm starting with it

Precise when I rhyme with it

I see the top and I'm climbing it

They be like young boy you're not Twenty One

But I just bought 21 new guns

With the full clip and extended drums

Out on the streets to have a little fun

And I pull the trigger, I use my vigor

You get that shot, like a shot of liquor

Ain't nobody gonna do it slicker

I finish last but she finish quicker

Why You Acting?

Why You Playing?

Don't they know that I'll get to spraying

All these bitches and they all be slaying

All my opps be out here praying

Why You Acting?

Why You Playing?

Don't they know that I'll get to spraying

All these bitches and they all be slaying

All my opps be out here praying

While I'm spitting all on this track

You know that I'm going back to back

My currency is stacked

Counting papers is where I'm at

Fresh new Tims with a jacket skin

Got an AP that I'ma flex

That's Gucci on my specs

Got diamonds and they on my neck

No Nike but you gon' check

This Blanca coming in from Czech

This LV from my nail tech

Got a bad bitch who's a ride or die

Got no bitches cause you're bone dry

I pulled up with a nice tie

You're pulling up and it's good bye

Huh

It's good bye

Why You Acting?

Why You Playing?

Don't they know that I'll get to spraying

All these bitches and they all be slaying

All my opps be out here praying

Why You Acting?

Why You Playing?

Don't they know that I'll get to spraying

All these bitches and they all be slaying

All my opps be out here praying

With an AK and some German muggers

We make sure they ain't seeing colours

Middle fingers up saying fuck the others

No ice road but you know we truckers

Rolling loud and I do the most

My knife will cut you like toast

You barbequed, just like roast

I'm hella high and you know I'ma float

With a gold chain around my boo thing

I wife her up with a mood ring

We Cheech & Chong with that doubie

We on the munchies like Scooby

We ratatat like we Mike Stroud

With that percussion, hit 'em so loud

Stage dive off into the crowd

They sing my music and they singing it loud

Why You Acting?

Why You Playing?

Don't they know that I'll get to spraying

All these bitches and they all be slaying

All my opps be out here praying

Why You Acting?

Why You Playing?

Don't they know that I'll get to spraying

All these bitches and they all be slaying

All my opps be out here praying