Why? - Lil Yachty

My timin' is rich, my diamonds are different

Uppin' the ranking, big with the bankin' (Yeah)

Low with the press, no blocks for the boy

Hop in the coupe, she look tight like a minute (Skrrt)

This bitch a ten and a ten, I’m in it (Yeah)

White teeth, bitch, FaceTime in the kitchen (Ha)

Fuck her two times, oh well, good riddance

Border ego in a room full of pigeons

Throw me that pussy, one hand catch, dig in'

Coupe like I’m white like Andy Griffin

I cannot stress it

Ho did the boys and the girls get the message

Give her some ecs', I hope that she blessin'

If she get mad she tryna arrest me, she wanna sex me

These niggas pounds like the fresh level chest piece

Why would they test me?

Why would they press me?

Run up that sack, need a ESPY

Fuck on that bitch, I got technique (Uh)

Bro had a stretch where his Tec be

Bitches be actin' like they know me

Knowin' damn well they ain’t meet me

Me, me, me, fill in Maybach, couple freaks

Lames get treats, mmm