Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Yee
Lil Yee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stacey Antonio Gilton
Stacey Antonio Gilton
Songwriter
Richard Victor Jara
Richard Victor Jara
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SureSlap
SureSlap
Producer
Brutal Money
Brutal Money
Producer

Testi

(Ayy, Slap, this shit go stupid)
Why would I lack?
(Brutal Money)
Why would I lack? Got the drop, spin the lo'
You can smell the gun powder when the wind blow
Pray the Lord forgive me, knowin' I'ma sin more
Knowin' if a **** play, I'ma let the fan go
**** really fans, I ain't duckin' no smoke
Keep that shit off the 'Gram, **** killin' every post
Why would I lack? That's a question I don't know
I don't know, fuck you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah)
Why would I lack and let a **** come close?
The main objective is survival and the world so cold
Ain't nobody playin', you take this shit as a joke
And the world full of snake, full of fake, full of hoes
High-speed chase, murder rates, and fuckin' hoes
Lord, I wonder where I'll go if I give you my soul
We respect the killers and the rappers, bitch, you stole
If they catch you outta bounds, they gon' try to wipe your nose
**** really clowns, stick around and get exposed
I'm not surprised if it go down, **** fold, told
Hundred shots or more'll hit your car and flip your low
How the fuck my main sniper lose his life? I don't know
Why would I lack? Got the drop, spin the lo'
You can smell the gun powder when the wind blow
Pray the Lord forgive me, knowin' I'ma sin more
Knowin' if a **** play, I'ma let the fan go
**** really fans, I ain't duckin' no smoke
Keep that shit off the 'Gram, **** killin' every post
Why would I lack? That's a question I don't know
I don't know, yeah
Make sure I got my mask on
I grab my blick before I even put my pants on
'Cause I'll be damned or be dead if this my last song
The last two years been the worst summer ever
I look at all the shit I face
Like only way these **** beat me is a fed case
Ayy, take it easy, lately, I been havin' red days
I'm 'bout that get-back, it don't matter how long it take
Ain't no phones in the car with us
And you can't kill with us, bitch, if you ain't starve with us
It left a messy murder scene, that shit was marvelous
I heard they jumped out with them Dracs and put they heart in it
Popped him by the Walmart, he was targeted
Why would I lack? Yeah
Why would I lack? Got the drop, spin the lo'
You can smell the gun powder
Smell the gun powder when the wind blow
Written by: Richard Victor Jara, Stacey Antonio Gilton
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