Why - Lil Tjay/NLE Choppa

Lyrics by：Lil Tjay/Bryson Potts/Darrel Jackson

Composed by：Lil Tjay/Bryson Potts/Darrel Jackson

Produced by：Chopsquad DJ

Banger

Why why

DJ on the beat so it's a banger

Why why

Fell in love with the money know one thing

I'll run it up until I die

And wasn't never no dummy

I know niggas lowkey hatin' on the guy

Maybe it's 'cause I'm dripped out just too real or too fly

All my life I've been wonderin' why

All my life I've been wonderin' why

**** it I got my bag up got my cash up

Swear the pockets was dry

'Til my hunger still die 'til I made like

Who really played it out better than I

Try me shots gon' fly

Told my bro boy you know you gon' die

Why why

Why why

Tryna get paid

Niggas be talkin' 'bout ******** ain't talkin' no money I daze

Been had the bag 'bout to get me a new one

It's 'bout the time label gotta me a raise

Barely no help did this **** by myself off the top

Don't need no one to give me the wave

If I ain't rapped still wouldn't never went broke

I was young tellin' big bro to give me them plays

Duckin' them streets shoutout my niggas go in

Poppin' in at least fifty a day

Stuck in them trenches woke up like I said

It's no kizzy that ****'ll get gritty and grey

I was thirteen running' 'round with that pole

When them kids run up on you like

Give me your J's

I was in ATS used to have fights after school

Like my mama ain't give me a way

**** it I'm up grateful as **** charges add up

They gon' give me a buck

Don't give a **** I got shots still up in my Glock

You see Tjay and you better duck

Ain't too much wrappin' niggas on my time

I'll do one of you rappin' lil' niggas slime

On God

Must be out your mind

When I catch you I'ma blow your face off nigga

Fell in love with the money know one thing

I'll run it up until I die

And wasn't never no dummy

I know niggas lowkey hatin' on the guy

Maybe it's 'cause I'm dripped out just too real or too fly

All my life I've been wonderin' why

All my life I've been wonderin' why

**** it I got my bag up got my cash up

Wwear the pockets was dry

'Til my hunger still die 'til I made like

Who really played it out better than I

Try me shots gon' fly

Told my bro boy you know you gon' die

Why why

Why why

Ayy mama say

Don't question God so I ask myself why I ask that

Still tote a rod even though I know if it's my time can't shoot back

I don't duck and dodge no smoke

But I'm out the way so niggas can't reach me

Moved far away where the beach at

Throwin' C's up on the sea yeah

I'ma preach to a nigga yeah I pray a lot

Gotta watch for the cross these niggas gon' plot

Flood the AP on me this a bae watch

Threesome with her friend make bae watch

P***y-a*s nigga ain't had no motion

Michael Phelps man I backstroke her

Played my cards and I got a joker

Used to be local now I'm global

I ain't fold yet I ain't foldin' up

Four weeks in what the **** is sleep

**** a nosebleed want the floor seats

And a model please from overseas

Overplayed my part overfed you

Need me nigga I don't need you

Like a mirror these niggas be see-through

I'ma get on your a*s when I see you *****

Fell in love with the money know one thing

I'll run it up until I die

And wasn't never no dummy

I know niggas lowkey hatin' on the guy

Maybe it's 'cause I'm dripped out just too real or too fly

All my life I've been wonderin' why

All my life I've been wonderin' why

**** it I got my bag up got my cash up

Swear the pockets was dry

'Til my hunger still die 'til I made like

Who really played it out better than I

Try me shots gon' fly

Told my bro

Boy you know you gon' die

Why why

Why why