team eastside - why lyrics
[intro: babyface ray]
ayy, ayy
[verse 1: babyface ray]
man, it’s crazy
b+tch with 10k on instagram think she famous (what?)
you see a n+gga once, see him twice, now he changin’ (wow)
watch a fake shooter turn b+tch, it’s amazing (crazy)
n+ggas two+faced, learned some game from screwface
told me put my foot on these n+ggas’ necks ’cause they playin’
everybody got work, at least that’s what they sayin’ (yeah)
f+ck what a n+gga think, i feel like everybody hatin’
that ain’t lean in your cup, lil’ n+gga, what you drinkin’?
you ain’t seen what i seen, these ain’t dreams what i’m sayin’ (naw)
countin’ beans in the kitchen, breakin’ bales in the bas+m+nt (yup)
late night countin’ money in my bed ’cause i’m gratеful (thank)
life is what you make it (yeah), so i’ma stay a hundrеd ’til i make it
and why you cuffin’ her? she sendin’ pictures to me naked
i just hit her, put her out, why you layin’ up cakin’? (lame+ass n+gga)
long story short, these n+ggas lames, i can’t explain it
[chorus]
why you wifin’ that b+tch and you know she ain’t sh+t?
why you hangin’ with them n+ggas if you know they gon’ snitch?
why you ridin’ with them n+ggas if you know they ain’t gon’ shoot?
why you lyin’ in your raps, boy? you know that ain’t the truth
why you wifin’ that b+tch and you know she ain’t sh+t?
why you hangin’ with them n+ggas if you know they gon’ snitch?
why you ridin’ with them n+ggas if you know they ain’t gon’ shoot?
why you lyin’ in your raps, boy? you know that ain’t the truth
[verse 2]
uh, boy, you know that ain’t the truth (truth)
don’t really know the streets, but talkin’ numbers in the booth (p+ssy)
team east gang, them my soldiers, them my troops
i’m a ghetto boy, b+tch, rock foreign, ride coupes, uh (skrrt)
street n+gga, couple tats and a couple wounds
so you know i’m bringin’ all the straps and all the guns
my shooter, he a lost soul, i hope he play it cool (uh?)
don’t become another soul tryna play the fool (p+ssy)
yeah, kitchen talkin’ with my boo
only guns and bad b+tches get to danglin’ my booth
poppin’ seals off, spikin’ molly and they boost
got a chopper in the car, got a sniper on the roof, uh
f+ck the judge, n+gga (n+gga), free quammy (quammy)
these n+ggas stretch a bag, catch a body
ridin’ with that b+tch off safe, ain’t no problem
used to hold the h+rn down, ask kenny, ask omi, n+gga
[chorus]
why you wifin’ that b+tch and you know she ain’t sh+t?
why you hangin’ with them n+ggas if you know they gon’ snitch?
why you ridin’ with them n+ggas if you know they ain’t gon’ shoot?
why you lyin’ in your raps? boy, you know that ain’t the truth
why you wifin’ that b+tch and you know she ain’t sh+t?
why you hangin’ with them n+ggas if you know they gon’ snitch?
why you ridin’ with them n+ggas if you know they ain’t gon’ shoot?
why you lyin’ in your raps? boy, you know that ain’t the truth
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