CHII WVTTZ - Why Would I Lack
[Intro: CHII WVTTZ]
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Grrah-grrah
Grrah-grrah
Gang-gang-gang
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[Verse 1: CHII WVTTZ]
Like, why would I lack? (Why would I lack?)
Bend that, blick that, nigga run track, like (Grrt, baow)
Hollows, they beatin' his hat
Why would I diss? You get took off the map (Gang-gang-gang)
800-K, still Rah in a pack, like
Matt got poked by a fag (Gang, gang, gang)
Niggas, they dissin', they never got back, like
These niggas pussy or ass (Grrt, baow)
I see a opp and he gettin' no pass, like
Hollows, they rippin' his neck (Rippin' his neck)
Hollows, they rippin' his chest (Rippin' his chest)
Don't got a gun, niggas knowin' the rest (Lotti)
I see a Gz but I'm leavin' him stretched, like
Nigga, you know I'ma flex (Know I'ma flex)
Nigga, I aim for the dread (Grrt)
If you a opp, you get touched with the lead (Gang-gang-gang)
[Verse 2: Chii Wvttz & ]
DOA, niggas know that we with that (Grrt)
We the new GBE, niggas don't sit back (Gang-gang-gang)
Like, hollows, they pushin' his ribs back
Like, niggas they talk about with that (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Throw up a O and you know I'ma clip that
Can't chill with a nigga ain't get back (Grrah, boom)
Got shot by a dyke, ain't click back ()
No we ain't dissin', we talkin' on real facts ( grrt)
[Verse 3: Swervo Flocca]
I'm a demon, I'm not finna argue
Not with the talkin', I'ma get up and spark you
Spin through, up the knocks, I'ma charge you
He lie to his fellas, get hit with these hollows too
Can't slack, won't lack, won't trip (Baow)
If he up with the tool, he get hit in shit (Baow-baow-baow)
Can't slack, won't lack, won't trip (Like)
If he up with the tool, he get hit in shit, like (Like, what?)
Keep clickin', if I up with the knocks, you get missin'
I'ma flock at your bro and whoever that's with him
Smokin' on Mex', this shit really hittin'
Y'all never got back for your deads, I'm not kiddin' (Pussy)
[Verse 4: Dougie B]
I used to trap with a pack
Now I spin back 'cause he chat with my tracks
Now we get money, big money, no cap
Look-look like a pimp when I walk with this strap
Ho-ho-hold up, now it's time for the get back
I been fiendin', bro told me to sit back
If you outside on that block then you get clapped
EOS, GBG, bitch, yeah, I did that
Too lit, t-too geeked
Somebody pass me a muddy or somethin'
Perky bustin', adrenaline rushin'
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Grrah-grrah
Grrah-grrah
Gang-gang-gang
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[Verse 1: CHII WVTTZ]
Like, why would I lack? (Why would I lack?)
Bend that, blick that, nigga run track, like (Grrt, baow)
Hollows, they beatin' his hat
Why would I diss? You get took off the map (Gang-gang-gang)
800-K, still Rah in a pack, like
Matt got poked by a fag (Gang, gang, gang)
Niggas, they dissin', they never got back, like
These niggas pussy or ass (Grrt, baow)
I see a opp and he gettin' no pass, like
Hollows, they rippin' his neck (Rippin' his neck)
Hollows, they rippin' his chest (Rippin' his chest)
Don't got a gun, niggas knowin' the rest (Lotti)
I see a Gz but I'm leavin' him stretched, like
Nigga, you know I'ma flex (Know I'ma flex)
Nigga, I aim for the dread (Grrt)
If you a opp, you get touched with the lead (Gang-gang-gang)
[Verse 2: Chii Wvttz & ]
DOA, niggas know that we with that (Grrt)
We the new GBE, niggas don't sit back (Gang-gang-gang)
Like, hollows, they pushin' his ribs back
Like, niggas they talk about with that (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Throw up a O and you know I'ma clip that
Can't chill with a nigga ain't get back (Grrah, boom)
Got shot by a dyke, ain't click back ()
No we ain't dissin', we talkin' on real facts ( grrt)
[Verse 3: Swervo Flocca]
I'm a demon, I'm not finna argue
Not with the talkin', I'ma get up and spark you
Spin through, up the knocks, I'ma charge you
He lie to his fellas, get hit with these hollows too
Can't slack, won't lack, won't trip (Baow)
If he up with the tool, he get hit in shit (Baow-baow-baow)
Can't slack, won't lack, won't trip (Like)
If he up with the tool, he get hit in shit, like (Like, what?)
Keep clickin', if I up with the knocks, you get missin'
I'ma flock at your bro and whoever that's with him
Smokin' on Mex', this shit really hittin'
Y'all never got back for your deads, I'm not kiddin' (Pussy)
[Verse 4: Dougie B]
I used to trap with a pack
Now I spin back 'cause he chat with my tracks
Now we get money, big money, no cap
Look-look like a pimp when I walk with this strap
Ho-ho-hold up, now it's time for the get back
I been fiendin', bro told me to sit back
If you outside on that block then you get clapped
EOS, GBG, bitch, yeah, I did that
Too lit, t-too geeked
Somebody pass me a muddy or somethin'
Perky bustin', adrenaline rushin'
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