Big Sad 1900 - Why lyrics
[Big Sad 1900 - Why lyrics]
Yeah, straight like that
You ain't tryna pick up when I motherfuckin' call your ass, bitch (Weak-ass)
Fuck is wrong with you, ho? (Fuck you think you playin' with, bitch?)
Stupid-ass bitch (Armani, this shit stupid, boy)
Yeah
There when I pick up, you know?
Why you gotta be like that though, you know?
I'm tryna see what's up, like
I understand niggas talkin' 'bout, like, you know?
Look
Ayy, we can get it right, why you stallin' me?
Like, I should do the same thing when you be callin' me
We took a crash, took a fall, but it's all on me
Switch your number, switch teams, tryna ball on me
I be at my shows, I be thinkin' why you not around
Steady tellin' hoes don't touch me, that shit is not allowed
I be on the road, I'm gone, I be out of town
Had us up, we be steppin' out with likе two hundred thou'
Why you don't respond when I tеxt you, "What you on?"
You gotta get up early, so you actin' like I'm wrong
I wanna see you naked, wanna get you out that thong
I play that Jagged Edge and that's gon' get her in her zone (Uh-huh)
What? Shit crazy
Look
I know you bad, but I got bitches on my line
Plus I can't be around to kick it every time (Nah)
I see you on the 'Gram and now you on my mind (Yeah)
When I seen her I pushed up and I just told her, "Take my line" (Yeah)
Foot up on her block, me and Codeine Slim
She a bad bitch, she say her brother out the Brims
I like the Puerto Rican bitches in New York that wear them Timbs
Just slidin' through the ghetto, playin' 22nd Jim
I'm in the game, I hate the injuries, but I still grab the rim
Bad bitches be with us, they don't never be with them
Put my foot on niggas' necks, tell Ghazi I need an M
'Cause they ain't workin' how I'm workin', they ain't in that gym
Yeah
Straight up, like, you know?
You a bad bitch, call your ass
I ain't tryna, I could fall back too though, you know?
Just checkin' on you, like
I ain't tryna be annoying or nothing
Just tryna buzz your line and shit, you hear me?
What you on, bitch?
I'ma tet your ass, "What you on, bitch?"
Watermelon head-ass
Cute fine-ass bitch, you know?
Probably got a thousand niggas texting you and shit
Yeah, bitch, I ain't gon' bug your ass though
Yeah, call me, bitch, straight up
Yeah
Why that?
Why this?
Why?
She wanna know why, bitch
Why the fuck you ain't pick up when I call your motherfuckin' ass?
Why that? Motherfucker
Cough syrup
(On Money)
You ain't tryna pick up when I motherfuckin' call your ass, bitch (Weak-ass)
Fuck is wrong with you, ho? (Fuck you think you playin' with, bitch?)
Stupid-ass bitch (Armani, this shit stupid, boy)
Yeah
There when I pick up, you know?
Why you gotta be like that though, you know?
I'm tryna see what's up, like
I understand niggas talkin' 'bout, like, you know?
Look
Ayy, we can get it right, why you stallin' me?
Like, I should do the same thing when you be callin' me
We took a crash, took a fall, but it's all on me
Switch your number, switch teams, tryna ball on me
I be at my shows, I be thinkin' why you not around
Steady tellin' hoes don't touch me, that shit is not allowed
I be on the road, I'm gone, I be out of town
Had us up, we be steppin' out with likе two hundred thou'
Why you don't respond when I tеxt you, "What you on?"
You gotta get up early, so you actin' like I'm wrong
I wanna see you naked, wanna get you out that thong
I play that Jagged Edge and that's gon' get her in her zone (Uh-huh)
What? Shit crazy
Look
I know you bad, but I got bitches on my line
Plus I can't be around to kick it every time (Nah)
I see you on the 'Gram and now you on my mind (Yeah)
When I seen her I pushed up and I just told her, "Take my line" (Yeah)
Foot up on her block, me and Codeine Slim
She a bad bitch, she say her brother out the Brims
I like the Puerto Rican bitches in New York that wear them Timbs
Just slidin' through the ghetto, playin' 22nd Jim
I'm in the game, I hate the injuries, but I still grab the rim
Bad bitches be with us, they don't never be with them
Put my foot on niggas' necks, tell Ghazi I need an M
'Cause they ain't workin' how I'm workin', they ain't in that gym
Yeah
Straight up, like, you know?
You a bad bitch, call your ass
I ain't tryna, I could fall back too though, you know?
Just checkin' on you, like
I ain't tryna be annoying or nothing
Just tryna buzz your line and shit, you hear me?
What you on, bitch?
I'ma tet your ass, "What you on, bitch?"
Watermelon head-ass
Cute fine-ass bitch, you know?
Probably got a thousand niggas texting you and shit
Yeah, bitch, I ain't gon' bug your ass though
Yeah, call me, bitch, straight up
Yeah
Why that?
Why this?
Why?
She wanna know why, bitch
Why the fuck you ain't pick up when I call your motherfuckin' ass?
Why that? Motherfucker
Cough syrup
(On Money)