Stop Askin (feat. Hotboii)
Yung Hydro Beatz
Stop askin' me who I be fuckin'
Stop askin' me 'bout all this money
Stop askin' me how I came up from the
Bottom and ran that shit up from nothin', aye
Stop askin' me how much I make
Don't worry 'bout me bitch, I'm straight
Stop askin' me how I spent twenty on
Clothes and got it right back in the day
Stop askin' me why you got blocked
Stop askin' me how I got hot
Stop askin' me when I'ma drop
Stop askin' me shit like the cops
Stop askin', I ain't in the mood
Stop askin', I ain't tryna be rude
Stop rappin', this shit ain't for you
Stop flaggin', get put on the news
They don't know the hell that you know what I tell 'em
And askin' me shit ain't gon' make it no better
Trustin' these hoes, boy you gotta do better
I get so high, I feel like a propella
If you one hundred, I give you whatever
Knew I was gifted, they knew I was special
Long live me bro, I got you forever
Speak on yo name, they get sent to the devil
Yeah, fuck how you feelin', don't care 'bout yo feelins'
These bitches be trippin', these niggas be bitchin'
This money, I get it, I came from the trenches
Just hold up, I'm 'bout to go up in a minute
Back in high school I was gettin' suspended
Now I run around in the foreign whip tinted
Everything they said I could do, I did it
Answer me shit, tryna get in my business
Ask me how it feel to stuff the racks up in a Gucci bag
These niggas broke, that's why they mad
My bitch bad so you know they gon' ask
"Where the fuck did the bitch get all that ass?"
"Why he be switchin' his bitches so fast?"
"Why he got money and don't like to brag?"
Get in yo bag, yeah
Stop askin' me who I be fuckin'
Stop askin' me 'bout all this money
Stop askin' me how I came up from the
Bottom and ran that shit up from nothin', aye
Stop askin' me how much I make
Don't worry 'bout me bitch, I'm straight
Stop askin' me how I spent twenty on
Clothes and got it right back in the day
Stop askin' me why you got blocked
Stop askin' me how I got hot
Stop askin' me when I'ma drop
Stop askin' me shit like the cops
Stop askin', I ain't in the mood
Stop askin', I ain't tryna be rude
Stop rappin', this shit ain't for you
Stop flaggin', get put on the news
Stop askin' me this, stop askin' me that
Like, "Where you get this?", "Where you get that?"
My lips they stay zipped, I forever laugh
They told me I'm the goat, don't be tellin' me that
I seen you a creep, so I fell in the bag
Ain't get in my feelins', I stuck to my bag
Lately lane road to riches, my foot on the gas
Can't be playin' with no nigga, get put in the past
I ain't playin', I ain't jokin'
Can we just bang everything, reload it?
E'rything off the brain, I ain't never ever wrote it
Won't be sayin' e'rything, I be sayin' he quote it
Fuck how my nigga die? (How?)
I don't even know
I been feelin' alright
I been tryna keep strong
I ain't in no house forever into you
"If I say let's ride", is you ready to roll?
In a new, rhythm
Let's see if you will spin them
Bitch stick go poof on a nigga
Made boy go poof, never knew a magician, nah
Finally got richer, painted a picture
I then got busy, you can't even belittle
If I can't shoot out both side, I ain't takin' no sprinter
Bitch appointin' me to the plague, I can't wait for the medal
Stop askin' me who I be fuckin'
Stop askin' me 'bout all this money
Stop askin' me how I came up from the
Bottom and ran that shit up from nothin', aye
Stop askin' me how much I make
Don't worry 'bout me bitch, I'm straight
Stop askin' me how I spent twenty on
Clothes and got it right back in the day
Stop askin' me why you got blocked
Stop askin' me how I got hot
Stop askin' me when I'ma drop
Stop askin' me shit like the cops
Stop askin', I ain't in the mood
Stop askin', I ain't tryna be rude
Stop rappin', this shit ain't for you
Stop flaggin', get put on the news
Stop askin' me who I be fuckin'
Stop askin' me 'bout all this money
Stop askin' me how I came up from the
Bottom and ran that shit up from nothin', aye
Stop askin' me how much I make
Don't worry 'bout me bitch, I'm straight
Stop askin' me how I spent twenty on
Clothes and got it right back in the day
Stop askin' me why you got blocked
Stop askin' me how I got hot
Stop askin' me when I'ma drop
Stop askin' me shit like the cops
Stop askin', I ain't in the mood
Stop askin', I ain't tryna be rude
Stop rappin', this shit ain't for you
Stop flaggin', get put on the news
They don't know the hell that you know what I tell 'em
And askin' me shit ain't gon' make it no better
Trustin' these hoes, boy you gotta do better
I get so high, I feel like a propella
If you one hundred, I give you whatever
Knew I was gifted, they knew I was special
Long live me bro, I got you forever
Speak on yo name, they get sent to the devil
Yeah, fuck how you feelin', don't care 'bout yo feelins'
These bitches be trippin', these niggas be bitchin'
This money, I get it, I came from the trenches
Just hold up, I'm 'bout to go up in a minute
Back in high school I was gettin' suspended
Now I run around in the foreign whip tinted
Everything they said I could do, I did it
Answer me shit, tryna get in my business
Ask me how it feel to stuff the racks up in a Gucci bag
These niggas broke, that's why they mad
My bitch bad so you know they gon' ask
"Where the fuck did the bitch get all that ass?"
"Why he be switchin' his bitches so fast?"
"Why he got money and don't like to brag?"
Get in yo bag, yeah
Stop askin' me who I be fuckin'
Stop askin' me 'bout all this money
Stop askin' me how I came up from the
Bottom and ran that shit up from nothin', aye
Stop askin' me how much I make
Don't worry 'bout me bitch, I'm straight
Stop askin' me how I spent twenty on
Clothes and got it right back in the day
Stop askin' me why you got blocked
Stop askin' me how I got hot
Stop askin' me when I'ma drop
Stop askin' me shit like the cops
Stop askin', I ain't in the mood
Stop askin', I ain't tryna be rude
Stop rappin', this shit ain't for you
Stop flaggin', get put on the news
Stop askin' me this, stop askin' me that
Like, "Where you get this?", "Where you get that?"
My lips they stay zipped, I forever laugh
They told me I'm the goat, don't be tellin' me that
I seen you a creep, so I fell in the bag
Ain't get in my feelins', I stuck to my bag
Lately lane road to riches, my foot on the gas
Can't be playin' with no nigga, get put in the past
I ain't playin', I ain't jokin'
Can we just bang everything, reload it?
E'rything off the brain, I ain't never ever wrote it
Won't be sayin' e'rything, I be sayin' he quote it
Fuck how my nigga die? (How?)
I don't even know
I been feelin' alright
I been tryna keep strong
I ain't in no house forever into you
"If I say let's ride", is you ready to roll?
In a new, rhythm
Let's see if you will spin them
Bitch stick go poof on a nigga
Made boy go poof, never knew a magician, nah
Finally got richer, painted a picture
I then got busy, you can't even belittle
If I can't shoot out both side, I ain't takin' no sprinter
Bitch appointin' me to the plague, I can't wait for the medal
Stop askin' me who I be fuckin'
Stop askin' me 'bout all this money
Stop askin' me how I came up from the
Bottom and ran that shit up from nothin', aye
Stop askin' me how much I make
Don't worry 'bout me bitch, I'm straight
Stop askin' me how I spent twenty on
Clothes and got it right back in the day
Stop askin' me why you got blocked
Stop askin' me how I got hot
Stop askin' me when I'ma drop
Stop askin' me shit like the cops
Stop askin', I ain't in the mood
Stop askin', I ain't tryna be rude
Stop rappin', this shit ain't for you
Stop flaggin', get put on the news
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Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Detrone Watkins
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