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561renzo – why you still? lyrics

[intro]
aye but forreal though
i don’t get why these n-ggas still like
talkin’ dat sh-t
and why these hoes still be on my d-ck
like why they still doing that man?
i really don’t get it
renzo
renzo

[chorus]
why you still talkin’ that sh-t? (i don’t get it)
why you still all on my d-ck? (i don’t get it)
why you still tryna f-ck?
got the cash don’t need no love
why you still tryna smash?
hit it two times then i dash
pull up on yo b-tch splash
keep the loud on me straight gas

[verse 1]
yeah my name renzo i’m blowing this cash
racks in my pocket my pants lookin’ fat
got h-lla bad b-tches hittin’ my phone
thirsty -ss b-tches won’t leave me alone
i’m getting this guap then i run it
i’m getting this paper straight hunnids
you think it’s a game but i won it
sike lil b-tch got a blunt and i’m dumb lit
why you keep talkin’ that sh-t you a b-tch
i95 blowing f-ckin’ clouds with the seat back
when you see me chillin’ wit yo hoe at the do
just know that i hit it first cause i had to f-ckin’ mack
i’m switching lanes on a b-tch
you talkin’ 12 you a snitch
i run around then i switch
got gucci, louis on my hip

[verse 2]
i’m speaking that money, yall can’t understand me
that b-tch lookin’ ghost she just popped a xanny
i’m servin’ that green, i’m serving that bean
i’m servin’ that white like my name charlie sheen
renzo on top, it ain’t no mistake
i eat yo b-tch up like a dinner plate
these n-ggas p-ssy, so step up yo weight
i’m throwing this paper, yall just throwing hate
never on time, fashionably late
foreign b-tches, man i gotta translate
she gave me dome, sh-t ain’t even great
b-tch said “tryna chill?” i said “nah i’m straight”
been on the grind, now i’m getting paid
n-gga talk sh-t might get hit with the fade
people say renzo switched up but i stayed
reppin’ fl shouts out mia dade
if a n-gga gonna try me put my hands up
b-tch i got my bands up
designer on me i got my brands up
why you still?
why you still?
acting a fool
my b-tches wet like a pool
aye
honestly i just be in my lane chillin’
pull out the strap got a n-gga he squealin’
got like three b-tches and they all third wheelin’
i ain’t got not heart, i ain’t got no feelings
i ain’t got no feelings
my whip ain’t got no ceiling
got so many dead presidents in my pocket
you’d think that i’m f-cking k!lling, aye
24k got a house round my neck
catch me in public i be f-cking up a check
iphone 7 sippin’ on the hi tech
wait, woah hold up a sec
listen up i said this ain’t a game
renzo my name going straight to hall of fame
geeked off the kush man that sh-t keep me sane
first cl-ss ticket, got the loud on the plane

[outro]
aye i’m not even worried about none of yall
i’ma just stay in my lane
make this cash
you know how i be chillin’
all yall n-ggas and b-tches don’t be hitting my phone no more
i ain’t doing no favors
i’m not tryna chill
yall some brokebois and yall some dirty hoes
i’m just tryna count my guap and roll up that good

- 561renzo lyrics

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