Pum-Pumbaa, are you nuts?

[Verse 1: Snow Tha Product]
Why the fuck would I not
Talk my shit if I'm that bitch
I guess I got it from my mama
Get the cash and then I dip
And why the fuck would I not
Act like I ain't been the shit
Like I ain't everything you wanna be you bitch, you fucking wish
Look, got a bitch back in her bag, yuh
Trippin' off this cash, yuh
Bitches wishin' I'd fall off but I'm back up on your ass, yuh
Snow about to spaz, yuh
I do what you can't, yuh
Pulled it off the lot on IG live just for the fans, yuh
You was talkin' shit 'cause you can't sit with us
These bitches prayin' I fall off and that I give it up
But only thing I'm doing's countin' blessings and I'm countin' cash
And countin' on my only homies, I can count 'em on one hand yuh

[Verse 2: Castro Escobar]
And why the fuck would I not
Pop a bottle, take your bitch
I guess I got it from my pops 'cause he be drinkin' like a fish
Yeah why the fuck would I not
Represent for what I stand for
If there never was a struggle, then there wouldn't be a Castro
I been 'bout it, they know who run it
Champagne fucked up my stomach
Keep throwin' that hate my way, I just keep risin' above it
Still servin' them with that raw, oh god I know they love it
They tryna take my spot, yeah they pushin' and they keep shovin'
I'm lovin' the fact that I still keep my head in the game
If you been through the things I been through, you'd probably blow out your brain
I was taught to mind my business, I've always stayed in my lane
But unfortunately it's a shame that y'all really can't say the same
[Verse 3: Jandro]
Walk with my head high or I let my nuts hang
Only weigh a buck sixty but I still run fades
Gotta keep this shit a billi', I'm focused on payin' billies
My bitch a baddie and classy and covered up like it's chilly
Little hoe, take a knee, fake talk, Colin Kaepernick
Fuck this rapper shit, don't need to pop a perc for me to feel the need to slap a bitch
Sacrificin' every day for the fam at home that was missin' me
Never feel the need to feed off anybody's sympathy
So why the fuck would I not lose my temper when they pussy?
Get respect like I'm a vet 'cause I stay hungry like a rookie
Why the fuck would I not act a motherfuckin' fool?
I've got everything to gain and I've got nothin' left to lose
Move in silence with my wolves
If I'm actin' like an ass, then you get stomped out with the hooves
So why would I, uh, instead of why would I not
I got my eyes on the prize, they got their eyes on my spot

[Bridge]
It's Vibe Higher
Gotta get like us (like us)
Cliqued up, move as one (move as one)
Vibe Higher
Gotta get like us (like us)
Cliqued up, move as one
[Verse 4: Snow Tha Product]
Why the fuck would I not
Hit these motherfuckers where it hurt
If every time they subbin' me, I just go harder with that work
If every time I get a setback, I just set me up a serve
And I just show them why the fuck I been a boss and this my turf
And this my reign and this my courage
Plus Vibe Higher make 'em nervous
How the fuck you hate us so much if we stay up on your search?
And why the fuck would I not
Piss a dumb bitch off
Soon as I'm up off a pill and I'm like fuck it all
This my game and this my sport and this my team and this my court
And who the fuck is 'bout to tell me otherwise and yes of course
And why the fuck would I not
Talk my shit if I'm it
If I'm uh, if I'm uh, if I'm uh
I'm that bitch

[Verse 5: Castro Escobar]
And I'll still be that spitter comin' straight up outta Texas
Hoes be askin' me questions like if I know 'bout where my ex is
But my mind is somewhere else
Swear to God that I be stressin', even though my mom would say another day, another blessin'
'Cause my dad ain't doing good, my little brother's tryin' to eat
I'll be damned if I go back home without that green
I'll be damned if I let life knock me off my feet
'Cause my life been a bitch but I keep that bitch on a leash
[Verse 6: Jandro]
Grew up a fuckin' screwup, I felt like I'm Biggie
Fuck the law, the bad wolf couldn't chill with a piggy
If she ain't Little Red I ain't fuckin', I'm picky
From Albuquerque but I'm not tatted up wearin' Dickies
That's my culture, had to throw my own spice in it
I'm from the dirt, I does what the fuck I like with it
My shirt baggy, jeans ripped, saggy and tight-fitted
My bandanna on me, throwin' up no signs with it
Why the fuck would I not lose my temper when they pussy?
Get respect like I'm a vet 'cause I stay hungry like a rookie
Why the fuck would I not act a motherfuckin' fool?
I've got everything to gain and I've got nothin' left to lose bitch