That's Why

I got 'em, I got 'em
 I got 'em (Zamn, Lamb, what you doin' with that?)
 I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em
 I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em (Roll it up)
 I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em (Got my thing on me)
 I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em (Got it on me)
 I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em (I trap and I)
 I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em (And I drink, and I drink, drink)
 I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em (I got mine)
 I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em (I got mine, do you got yours?)
 I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em
 I got all kinds
 All type of sticks and it ain't no lie
 Nigga wanna play, I'ma pull up with fire
 Draco, AR-15 with the beam on
 Y'all ain't gon' wanna play, bro
 You like stay home (Bro, you like stay home, yeah)
 Yeah, loaded full, loaded paper, loaded baked potato (Yeah)
 I got them young niggas ready to blaze ya
 Y'all niggas playin', I turn you to a vapor (Vapor)
 More and more money, more and more haters
 Sticks-R-Us, they know not to play with us
 Grown man shit, nigga, you's a dummy
 Smokin' crack rock, nigga, you's a junky (Junky)
 You like to fall off track, you's a flunky
 Back in the traphouse for me, I get money
 With this rap shit, nigga, I'm back to my gunnin'
 Got my chains on, nigga ain't taking nothin'
 In the booth turned up, nigga, I got money
 Tryna have this bitch lit from Monday through Sunday
 Loaded, loaded, bank account got paper
 Loaded, loaded Glock for my hater
 Pop in your house like I'm Freddy Krueger
 Young nigga, Glock with the Ruger, ooh
 I don't really like to do the Rugers, ooh
 Some of y'all niggas do what they gotta do
 And they like to do what they gotta do
 Paid 'em in full just to come and shoot
 Boy, you know you through, boy, you know you done
 And they got the gun, boy, you better run
 They don't wanna hear the gunfire
 They don't wanna see their partner die
 They don't wanna see their mama cry
 Pissin' on your grave when you die
 Got no remorse, no lie
 Get your get-back, yeah, pussy ass nigga
 But you can't, pussy nigga, 'cause you died, yeah (Ahaha)
 But you can't, pussy nigga, 'cause you died, yeah
 Yeah, I got my dawgs, man, put shit in the bowl
 They ain't ate in a minute, they'll shake ya, yeah, yeah
 In Beverly, nigga, this money don't make us, yeah, yeah
 Came from the hood, OG's didn't make us, yeah
 Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, nigga? (Yeah)
 What is they talking 'bout, Nothin', they bluffin'
 Talking 'bout money, but they ain't gettin' nothin'
 I can see it, nigga, you ain't doin' nothin'
 Look at your pockets, man, you ain't got nothin'
 I'm like, "Damn, bruh, that don't make no sense"
 You ain't got no money, not even fifty cents
 You can't buy no fucking cigarette or shit
 Talking 'bout beefin', man, put that to an end
 I cannot beef with no J, you not my friend
 I'ma chase the money if it ain't comin' in
 Play with more money than I ever did
 I had to cut 'em off, I found they wasn't in
 Keep me a money counter 'cause it print
 I'm thumbin' through money, thumbin' through this shit
 I got these hoes in the trap bent
 Thumb in her booty, Perc' kickin' in
 Hit her from the back, now I'm going in
 Suck me up, bitch had say hello to my friend
 Mini, mini, mini MAC-10
 And the car black tint
 Late night, she suckin', fuckin'
 That ain't nothin'
 Thinking 'bout the time I had her with her friend
 I just reminisce
 Pop in your house like I'm Freddy Krueger
 Young nigga, Glock with the Ruger, ooh
 I don't really like to do the Rugers, ooh
 Some of y'all niggas do what they gotta do
 And they like to do what they gotta do
 Paid 'em in full just to come and shoot
 Boy, you know you through, boy, you know you done
 And they got the gun, boy, you better run
 They don't wanna hear the gunfire
 They don't wanna see their partner die
 They don't wanna see their mama cry
 Pissin' on your grave when you die
 Got no remorse, no lie
 Get your get-back, yeah, pussy ass nigga
 But you can't, pussy nigga, 'cause you died, yeah (Ahaha)
 But you can't, pussy nigga, 'cause you died, yeah