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Why Would I

792Hip-Hop/Rap2026

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[Intro]

Yeah

[Instrumental]

Brrt

[Instrumental]

Yeah

This for all the real ****

The ones in the back, not the ones in the front, y'all make sure to look back

Shit

I can't believe these pussy-ass ****, dog, damn

[Chorus]

Why the fuck I wanna link up with any you ****? All of you **** some hoes (All of you **** some hoes)

**** be sayin' they the biggest, they come from the hood, but how the fuck **** done told? (**** done told)

I don't show no love for **** who fold (**** who fold)

Walk around the city, bitch, I'm on froze (Bitch, I'm on froze)

Ice on my neck, ice in my heart, ice in my mouth, I'm talkin' cold

Never spared a ****, don't you spare me, ****, when I see you, boy, your ass on the floor (Your ass on the floor)

Eatin' shit up, give a fuck 'bout a GOAT (Fuck 'bout a GOAT)

Get you some money, do what floats your boat (Yeah)

Heart attack money, your ho gon' get stroke (Ho gon' get stroke)

Gripped on the money, I can't let it go (Can't let it go)

Fuck with them dividends, you gotta go (Yeah)

I'm from the streets and that how this shit go (How this shit go)

[Verse 1]

I'm from the 5, middle finger to 6 (What?)

****, the greatest, ain't never gon' snitch (Never gon' snitch)

Do some sour shit, they look like a bitch (What?)

Go post, I ain't movin' that shit (Hell nah)

All that went on in the industry shit (Industry shit)

I'm in the street, not the industry, bitch (Bitch)

Rap money, really gettin' this shit (Really gettin' it)

Trap money, really havin' this shit (I swear to God)

Slime a motherfucker gang, dog (Yeah)

Paper, drugs, anything, dog

Been a thug and they know I'm a gunner (Know I'm a gunner)

I ain't tellin', pussy ****, don't wanna (Don't wanna)

Keep it solid, man, that shit on my mama (Yeah)

Keep it twenty-one 'cause, bitch, I'm a hundred (Bitch, I'm a hundred)

I ain't never duckin' nothin' but feds

I ain't tuckin', I ain't never been scared (Never been scared)

I been posted up, pull up where I'm at

I be standin' out, bloody red 'Vette ('Vette)

At the Texaco, you can see the mirror

Every time a **** look up in the mirror

Only thing I know, I see a real ****

I'm a hard-head, can't deal with ya

**** tuckin' tails, ain't no way in hell

Kill a ****, don't you put him in a cell

[Chorus]

Why the fuck I wanna link up with any you ****? All of you **** some hoes (All of you **** some hoes)

**** be sayin' they the biggest, they come from the hood, but how the fuck **** done told? (**** done told)

I don't show no love for **** who fold (**** who fold)

Walk around the city, bitch, I'm on froze (Bitch, I'm on froze)

Ice on my neck, ice in my heart, ice in my mouth, I'm talkin' cold

Never spared a ****, don't you spare me, ****, when I see you, boy, your ass on the floor (Your ass on the floor)

Eatin' shit up, give a fuck 'bout a GOAT (Fuck 'bout a GOAT)

Get you some money, do what floats your boat (Yeah)

Heart attack money, your ho gon' get stroke (Ho gon' get stroke)

Gripped on the money, I can't let it go (Can't let it go)

Fuck with them dividends, you gotta go (Yeah)

I'm from the streets and that how this shit go (How this shit go)

[Verse 2]

Only box that you need to see is that motherfucker got a **** ten feet (Yeah)

Say you got muscles, your shooters is weak (What?)

Wanna meet up? We can meet in the streets (Meet in the streets)

Wanna be us, but you **** can't be (**** can't be)

All about us, it ain't nothin' I see (Nothin' I see)

Don't compare me to them ****, ain't me

Fresh bankroll, keepin' it street (Keepin' it street)

Undercover brother, need a change of color

**** tryna justify when they a sucker

Never told on an opp or a brother

Hope they expose all you motherfuckers

Make a lil' bag for **** who real (Yeah)

Sign for the money, that's the only deal (Only deal)

Judgin' a ****, feel like Uncle Phil

**** be preachin', pussy, you ain't real (You ain't real)

**** done tricked the city, he a squealer

Nobody bought it, boy, you not the killer (You not the killer)

Keepin' the strap, man, that shit so easy (Yeah)

Trap or die, man, I'm feelin' just like Jeezy

Gotta save the city 'cause I see that they need me

Death wish, know a **** wish I wasn't breathin'

I be in the cut if you **** wanna see me

All about action, better believe it

[Chorus]

Why the fuck I wanna link up with any you ****? All of you **** some hoes (All of you **** some hoes)

**** be sayin' they the biggest, they come from the hood, but how the fuck **** done told? (**** done told)

I don't show no love for **** who fold (**** who fold)

Walk around the city, bitch, I'm on froze (Bitch, I'm on froze)

Ice on my neck, ice in my heart, ice in my mouth, I'm talkin' cold

Never spared a ****, don't you spare me, ****, when I see you, boy, your ass on the floor (Your ass on the floor)

Eatin' shit up, give a fuck 'bout a GOAT (Fuck 'bout a GOAT)

Get you some money, do what floats your boat (Yeah)

Heart attack money, your ho gon' get stroke (Ho gon' get stroke)

Gripped on the money, I can't let it go (Can't let it go)

Fuck with them dividends, you gotta go (Yeah)

I'm from the streets and that how this shit go (How this shit go)

[Outro]

Yeah, I'm 'bout that shit

I'm really livin' that shit, ****

Written by: Quantavious T. Thomas, Younes Lagnaoui

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