YXNG K.A and Lil Durk - WHY WOULD I
YessirI could never show my hand, I'm so unpredictable
This lifestyle wasn't in my plans, but this what I'm sticking to
Pockets full of bands, I got green, pink, and blue (pocket full of bands)
All these diamonds on me dance, I guess that's an issue too (all these diamonds on me dance)
All these niggas bugging, so I'm thugging on my lonely (oh)
I got all my brothers, I ain't tryna be your homie (oh)
You know I don't need no spotlight, got this Cartier on me (yeah)
I can't slip and let a nigga harm me
So I gotta keep a firearm and my arms free (brrt)
We ain't shootin' for no reason, hit a nigga up for reachin'
I gotta put some distance between me and my dawgs if they leechin'
They done pushed me to the limit
But they still tryna say that I'm the reason we ain't speaking (uh-uh)
I be like, "No way," but it's okay
YXNG K.A be at his best when he doing his own thing (uh-huh)
Okay, I admit it (uh-huh), I been addicted to all the wrong things (uh-huh)
I get in my feelings in the studio and let my soul sing (uh-huh)
Runnin' out of love, runnin' out of patience
How the fuck they say they love me with a heart full of hatred? (How they say they love me?)
Niggas wanna be around me like they wasn't vacant (wanna be around me)
When I was chasin', too much medication, my heart racin' (oh)
They don't wanna understand, but I got issues too (oh)
I still cry sometimes, I need tissues, too (I still cry)
All that dickriding, I don't get into (no)
We might put an end to dude, pump him like an inner tube (yeah, yeah)
I could never show my hand, I'm so unpredictable (no)
This lifestyle wasn't in my plans, but this what I'm sticking to (uh-uh)
Pockets full of bands, I got green, pink, and blue (pocket full of bands)
All these diamonds on me dance, I guess that's an issue too (all these diamonds on me dance)
Chain on my neck like an igloo (like a igloo)
Fo'nem poppin' out that cut just like peek-a-boo (peek-a-boo)
I ain't even fuck, she asked for a purse, I had to cut her loose (so I had to cut her loose)
Fuck in the 'Raq, be in Atlanta, I call it stick and move (yeah, yeah)
I told you never lie to me, you told the jakes the truth (yeah)
Let me out this investigation room 'cause I got shit to do (got to do)
Molly, Xanax, weed, I told her pick and choose (to choose)
Me, Slime, Booka, I told the bitch to choose, yeah
And I got issues too (issues too)
I told my brother don't turn his back 'cause that's what bitches do (that's what bitches do)
Opps be tryna spread fake news like he in critical (he in critical)
You ain't even shoot when your dawg died, we ain't feeling you or hearing you, yeah
I could never show my hand, I'm so unpredictable (nah)
This lifestyle wasn't in my plans, but this what I'm sticking to (uh-uh)
Pockets full of bands, I got green, pink, and blue (pocket full of bands)
All these diamonds on me dance, I guess that's an issue too (all these diamonds on me dance)
I got bad bitches tryna tell me I'm they only man (oh)
I got thotty bitches tryna put me on they OnlyFans (oh)
Okay, she might pull her panties down just 'cause my Rollie dance (oh, oh, oh)
Then she might throw her pride away (oh, oh, oh) and fuck my mans (that's right)
I be sippin' on that Atc' right (oh, oh, oh), running through the red lights
Got a sticky with a green light (brrt), do you really want to lose your life? (Oh, oh, oh)
They ain't know I was a ticking time bomb (no)
I couldn't even get no shine, shine
Now I'm a Louis V don (oh, oh, oh), like my homie Keyon (oh, oh, oh)
I can't fuck the dash 'cause the gas I keep my feet on (feet on)
And I'm still gon' stay down, give a fuck if we on (oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Written by:
Joseph James Gregg, Vitkeer Lassiter-Brown
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