Why Song Lyrics

Why by Nardo Wick

Why do they keep callin’ me? Why do they keep stalkin’ me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can’t get ’em off of me
Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jockin’ me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these niggas flock to me
Why you keep that gun tucked? Why you always turnt up?
Nardo, you a rapper now, I don’t give not one f**k
Why are you so cold-hearted? Blame it on my chain
Why everybody call you now? Blame it on the fame

Got me and all my niggas out the street but we still street
Me and every nigga ’round me full but we still eat
They try to tell us, “Slow down on that slime,” but we still creep
Ain’t woke up since that day you tried, b**ch still sleep
Put my phone on DND whenever she around
Maeke sure we hit them niggas’ street whenever we in town
Them niggas know we steppin’ like it’s roaches on the ground
All that mean-muggin’, gummin’, boy gon’ die with a frown

Why do they keep callin’ me? Why do they keep stalkin’ me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can’t get ’em off of me
Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jockin’ me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these niggas flock to me
Why you keep that gun tucked? Why you always turnt up?
Nardo, you a rapper now, I don’t give not one f**k
Why are you so cold-hearted? Blame it on my chain
Why everybody call you now? Blame it on the fame

f**k a b**ch, you better find a teflon hat
Shoot at us, we kill two, that’s how we get back
‘Fore we left, all you heard was a bunch of click-clacks
Got back, wasn’t sh*t left and none of our Gats
You can’t call me lil’ bro ’cause I’m a big dawg
Tony, that’s my big bro, he sold fentanyl
You wanna know why I’m catchin’ you? I played football
Don’t come over here talkin’ wrong, I’ll shoot your left ball
(Ayy, you’re fake, nigga, K, niggas know I’m somethin’)
b**ches from the past keep callin’ me, I’m finna change my number
I keep heat like it’s June and July but my heart in December

Why do they keep callin’ me? Why do they keep stalkin’ me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can’t get ’em off of me
Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jockin’ me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these niggas flock to me
Why you keep that gun tucked? Why you always turnt up?
Nardo, you a rapper now, I don’t give not one f**k
Why are you so cold-hearted? Blame it on my chain
Why everybody call you now? Blame it on the fame