Fivio Foreign - Why Would I? lyrics
Fivio Foreign [Maxie Lee Ryles III] Brooklyn, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Fivio Foreign - Why Would I? lyrics]
Fritz, how you do that
Yeah, what’s up my lil’ nigga
Y’all niggas is dumb, nigga
Why would I listen to y’all dumb raps, nigga
Why would I, nigga
It’s money time, money time, nigga
Yeah, yeah, look
I been through the most
I been through the most
Why would I trip over internet posts
Why would I
Yeah, yeah, look
Why would I stop when I’m in that Ghost
Why would I
Huh, why would I let niggas get too close
Why would I, yeah, why would I
Yeah, look, huh, why would I not let this sh!t blow
They movin’ wocky, now I’m in my mode
You can see the gun is on me through the clothes
Way I got that demon in me, and it shows
I don’t give a fuck who a nigga know
I don’t give a fuck who a nigga with
Nigga, it’s lit, you come in the spot at night, you hit
You catchin’ stomach shots off the rip
I give my shooter a gift, I give my daughter a kiss, yeah, yeah
I ain’t been to stores in a minute, nigga, I just ordered a fit, yeah, yeah
We still drill ’em for the sport of this sh!t
We lost niggas, we ain’t callin’ it quits
I ain’t fightin’, why you ballin’ your fist
I’m just shootin’ niggas all in they sh!t
You gotta pay attention to the patterns
None of these niggas is savage
None of these niggas pop out to my shows and I’m always postin’ up the address
Fivio Foreign is always outside and I never seen niggas in traffic
All niggas do is go live on the internet, lyin’ and chugglin’ and kick it
He said he gon’ do me, but nah, it don’t happen
I be just sittin’ there lookin’ and laughin’
I’m keepin the positive image, ’cause niggas is goin’ to jail for drillin’ and rappin’
If I was them, and they was me, then I would’ve clapped ’em
But you be you, and I don’t put scary niggas in no captions
I been through the most
I been through the most
Why would I trip over internet posts
Why would I
Yeah, yeah, look
Why would I stop when I’m in that Ghost
Why would I
Huh, why would I let niggas get too close
Why would I, yeah, why would I
Yeah, look, huh, why would I not let this sh!t blow
Yeah, what’s up my lil’ nigga
Y’all niggas is dumb, nigga
Why would I listen to y’all dumb raps, nigga
Why would I, nigga
It’s money time, money time, nigga
Yeah, yeah, look
I been through the most
I been through the most
Why would I trip over internet posts
Why would I
Yeah, yeah, look
Why would I stop when I’m in that Ghost
Why would I
Huh, why would I let niggas get too close
Why would I, yeah, why would I
Yeah, look, huh, why would I not let this sh!t blow
They movin’ wocky, now I’m in my mode
You can see the gun is on me through the clothes
Way I got that demon in me, and it shows
I don’t give a fuck who a nigga know
I don’t give a fuck who a nigga with
Nigga, it’s lit, you come in the spot at night, you hit
You catchin’ stomach shots off the rip
I give my shooter a gift, I give my daughter a kiss, yeah, yeah
I ain’t been to stores in a minute, nigga, I just ordered a fit, yeah, yeah
We still drill ’em for the sport of this sh!t
We lost niggas, we ain’t callin’ it quits
I ain’t fightin’, why you ballin’ your fist
I’m just shootin’ niggas all in they sh!t
You gotta pay attention to the patterns
None of these niggas is savage
None of these niggas pop out to my shows and I’m always postin’ up the address
Fivio Foreign is always outside and I never seen niggas in traffic
All niggas do is go live on the internet, lyin’ and chugglin’ and kick it
He said he gon’ do me, but nah, it don’t happen
I be just sittin’ there lookin’ and laughin’
I’m keepin the positive image, ’cause niggas is goin’ to jail for drillin’ and rappin’
If I was them, and they was me, then I would’ve clapped ’em
But you be you, and I don’t put scary niggas in no captions
I been through the most
I been through the most
Why would I trip over internet posts
Why would I
Yeah, yeah, look
Why would I stop when I’m in that Ghost
Why would I
Huh, why would I let niggas get too close
Why would I, yeah, why would I
Yeah, look, huh, why would I not let this sh!t blow