LuDuke - Why

Fuck the opps man, we the Opps, man yeah
17-19, nigga
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Let's go

Why the hell these niggas wanna beef
Why the hell these niggas in the street

Why the hell these niggas cop plea
Cop pleas
Huh
When the hell he got like that

Like that
Spin me, I'ma spin right back

Don't try to run, you get hit in the back

Boom Boom
Nigga let's do it
These niggas ain't got no money
They don't

These niggas be sweet like honey
Okay
Up With The Blick, fuck, boy get the runnin
On god on god

Nigga let's do it
Me and lil twin might sike out and shoot up the party
Rockstar bitch in the room she goin to crazy She gave us some head it was narly

Okay, let's do it
These niggas keep talkin' bout Stain
Oh god

How the Fuck you, Sent dem shots and aint hit nun
Lil niggas just work on your aim
But It ain't the same for me
If I send some shot point blank
I'ma shoot at your brain
Got a double Cup, Wocky I'm sippin' on Drank i
Keep poppin' these percs, cas they clearing my brain

Why the hell these niggas wanna beef
I don't know
Why the hell these niggas in the street
Like why

Why the hell these niggas cop pleas
I don't know
When the hell he got like that
I don't know

Spin me, I'ma spin right back

Don't try to run, you get hit in the back
Ricky

Might call up
Shh
He slang, ten mil
My momma keep tellin' me stop takin' pills

I tell her I can't, that's the way that I live
That's the way that I live
Uh
Uh

That's the way that I live
Way that I live
Uh
That's the way that I live

Way that I live
When I catch me a opp , send shots like the Buffalo Bills
Bills
When i catch lil aaron send shots show him, how this shit feel

He dead
Fuck a leg shot, little bitch tryna shoot at your head
It's fitted
Now his momma cryin' on da net, cause the bitch boy dead

We rolled him
Still at the same store, nigga, I ain't never gon' leave
I ain't never gon' leave
If you need Some Za Lil bitch, come pull up on me

That's Zy-Zy-Zy-Zy
Got a bag of white Runtz and I got a lil bag of four three
Brr-brr-brr-brr
Dev2fwagoo a, bitch, Tell him stop coppin Pleas
Yea that boy is a bitch
I'm on rosland outside tryna catch me a hat
Come outside
I'm on Brown Street tryna get a fuck, nigga, wacked

Come outside
Come here
Come here, uh-uh, uh-uh
Don't run

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Uh, F for the opps, man, we the opps
Yeah, yeah, let's go
Mm, mm, mm

Brr-brr-brr-brr

Written by:
Leland Stoner

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