Don't Ask Me

On gawd
On gawd
Whoo

I only got time for the real shit
Skrrt
Whoa, yeah
It's not enough, the hand I was dealt with
Trying to say I ain't this
When I got the meal quick
I only got time for the real shit
Whoa, yeah
On my momma, y'all done flipped my kill switch
Flower for my haters hope you hear this, hear this

Everybody ain't shit if you ask me
Skrrt
If you ask me
If you ask me
If you ask me
Don't ask me
Cause everybody ain't shit if you ask me
If you ask me
If you ask me
If you ask me
Don't ask me nigga

Everybody ain't shit if you ask me
Like your girl when she caught up in the backseat
With your homie that done took her to the swap meet
Acting vegan till she eats him now she likes meat
She a demon, she a heathen out to spite me
Trying to do the right thing, I'm no spike lee
I'm a floater, I'm a mover, I'm a pisces
Drown in my wave surf my high seas
She a lover, she a hater, she's my wifey
Skrrt
Should I marry, should I bury her
Get back from my area
Put myself in a barrier
Fuck y'all, that's my every word
Rather die than to listen to ya
When I died, did you cry
Did you try
Calling moms, with open arms
Praying for him, reading psalms, singing songs, writing poems
Or ghosted me till I got strong

I only got time for the real shit
Skrrt
Whoa, yeah
It's not enough, the hand I was dealt with
Trying to say I ain't this
When I got the meal quick
I only got time for the real shit
Whoa, yeah
On my momma, y'all done flipped my kill switch
Flower for my haters hope you hear this, hear this

Everybody ain't shit if you ask me
Skrrt
If you ask me
If you ask me
If you ask me
Don't ask me
Cause everybody ain't shit if you ask me
If you ask me
If you ask me
If you ask me
Shiet, uh huh
Don't ask me nigga

I told the bitch she couldn't ride if come through
Itty bitty now I act like I don't know you, uh
Tipping for whatever you like
The cris on ice and we can have a hell of a night
I see ya mans nigga tricking off the roadway
And I be flipping like my old days
Put flizz up in the whole thing
And Shray smithin' up the hallway
And all because you was striping like twisted screw
And all because the green dreamy with crystal blue
No bottles of Azteca, so the next step it emptying dressers and stapling letters
I could really go and knock your bluff up out the whole act
And I could really give fuck about the phone back
Cause most shit could be a whole trap
Me and my niggas we don't fall for that