Why You Still?

Why you still talkin' that shit?

Why you still all on my dick?

Why you still tryna fuck?

Got the cash, don't need no love

Why you still tryna smash?

Hit it two times then I dash

Pull up on yo bitch, splash

Keep the loud on me straight gas

Yeah, my name Renzo I'm blowing this cash

Racks in my pocket my pants lookin' fat

Got hella bad bitches hittin' my phone

Thirsty ass bitches won't leave me alone

I'm getting this guap then I run it

I'm getting this paper straight hunnids

You think it's a game but I won it

Sike lil bitch got a blunt and I'm dumb lit

Why you keep talkin' that shit, you a bitch

I95 blowing fuckin' clouds with the seat back

When you see me chillin' wit yo hoe at the door

Just know that I hit it first cause I had to fuckin' mack

I'm switching lanes on a bitch

You talkin' twelve you a snitch

I run around then I switch

Got Gucci, Louis on my hip

Why you still talkin' that shit?

Why you still all on my dick?

Why you still tryna fuck?

Got the cash, don't need no love

Why you still tryna smash?

Hit it two times then I dash

Pull up on yo bitch, splash

Keep the loud on me straight gas

I'm speaking that money, y'all can't understand me

That bitch lookin' ghost she just popped a Xanny

I'm servin' that green, I'm serving that bean

I'm servin' that white like my name Charlie Sheen

Renzo on top, it ain't no mistake

I eat yo bitch up like a dinner plate

These niggas pussy, so step up yo weight

Throwin' this paper, yall just throwin' hate

Never on time, fashionably late

Foreign bitches, man I gotta translate

She gave me dome, shit ain't even great

Bitch said tryna chill? I said nah I'm straight

Been on the grind, now I'm getting paid

Nigga talk shit might get hit with the fade

People say Renzo switched up but I stayed

Reppin' FL shouts out MIA Dade

If a nigga gonna try me put my hands up

Bitch I got my bands up

Designer on me I got my brands up

Why you still?

Why you still?

Acting a fool

My bitches wet like a pool

Aye

Honestly I just be in my lane chillin'

Pull out the strap got a nigga he squealin'

Got like three bitches and they all third wheelin'

I ain't got not heart, I ain't got no feelings

I ain't got no feelings

My whip ain't got no ceiling

Got so many dead presidents in my pocket

You'd think that I'm fucking killing, aye

24k got a house round my neck

Catch me in public I be fuckin' up a check

iPhone 7 sippin' on the hi tech

Wait, woah hold up a sec

Listen up I said this ain't a game

Renzo my name going straight to hall of fame

Geeked off the kush man that shit keep me sane

First class ticket, got the loud on the plane

Why you still talkin' that shit?

Why you still all on my dick?

Why you still tryna fuck?

Got the cash, don't need no love

Why you still tryna smash?

Hit it two times then I dash

Pull up on yo bitch, splash

Keep the loud on me straight gas

Aye I'm not even worried about none of y'all

I'ma just stay in my lane

Make this cash

You know how I be chillin'

All y'all niggas and bitches don't be hitting my phone no more

I ain't doing no favors

I'm not tryna chill

Y'all some broke boys and y'all some dirty hoes

I'm just tryna count my guap and roll up that good

Why you still talkin' that shit?

Why you still all on my dick?

Why you still tryna fuck?

Got the cash, don't need no love

Why you still tryna smash?

Hit it two times then I dash

Pull up on yo bitch, splash

Keep the loud on me straight gas