No Questions (feat. J Stone)
Yea I'm on swerve but I bet I don't crash
Blue-faced up smoking on gas
You can see it on me you ain't even gotta ask
You can see it on me you ain't even gotta ask
Yea I'm on swerve but I bet I don't crash
Blue-faced up smoking on gas
You can see it on me you ain't even gotta ask
Yeah
You ain't even gotta ask
Pull up on swerve all gas no brakes
If its bout the Mula then I'm on my way
I don't give a fuck what you broke niggas say
Blue faces in my pocket make these bitches go cray
I'm from a hood where them nigga rep that gang life
Think you gassed up them niggas ill cut yo brake lines
East side 50s Kansas City get yo fade right
Come around here bruh you better pump them brake lights
Yea I'm on swerve on gas on this lean
I can spin yo bitch skirt like a tire on the skreet
Blue-faced up hunids all in my jeans
We gon turn this bitch out on mamas on me
Yea I'm on swerve and I bet don't crash
Blue-faced up smokin on gas
Blue-faced up smokin on gas
You ain't even gotta ask
Yea I'm on swerve but I bet I don't crash
Blue-faced up smoking on gas
You can see it on me you ain't even gotta ask
You can see it on me you ain't even gotta ask
Yea I'm on swerve but I bet I don't crash
Blue-faced up smoking on gas
You can see it on me you ain't even gotta ask
You ain't even gotta ask
Yea I keep it on me you ain't even gotta ask
Speed racing in the Rarri yea that muthafucka fast
Two hundred on the dash
Get ghost on the crash
They can't even keep up
Block boy catch me in the hood like the Reaper
Crenshaw hoodie on wit jewelry like a preacher
Them streets get cold so I gotta keep a heater
All that fightin gettin old I'll shoot the whole scene up
No Quentin Tarantino Rest In Peace to John Single
We them Boyz in Da Hood that came up pushin Regals
Young Bugsy Siegel now I'm tryna build casinos
Smoke Marathon OG banging Bino
I came a long way I was locked up in Chino
Call me John Gotti, Dapper Don Gambino
Plugs in México
Shout out to my migos
Did it for the hood now I do it for my people
Yea I'm on swerve but I bet I don't crash
Blue-faced up smoking on gas
You can see it on me you ain't even gotta ask
You can see it on me you ain't even gotta ask
Yea I'm on swerve but I bet I don't crash
Blue-faced up smoking on gas
You can see it on me you ain't even gotta ask
You ain't even gotta ask
Blue-faced up smoking on gas
You can see it on me you ain't even gotta ask
You can see it on me you ain't even gotta ask
Yea I'm on swerve but I bet I don't crash
Blue-faced up smoking on gas
You can see it on me you ain't even gotta ask
Yeah
You ain't even gotta ask
Pull up on swerve all gas no brakes
If its bout the Mula then I'm on my way
I don't give a fuck what you broke niggas say
Blue faces in my pocket make these bitches go cray
I'm from a hood where them nigga rep that gang life
Think you gassed up them niggas ill cut yo brake lines
East side 50s Kansas City get yo fade right
Come around here bruh you better pump them brake lights
Yea I'm on swerve on gas on this lean
I can spin yo bitch skirt like a tire on the skreet
Blue-faced up hunids all in my jeans
We gon turn this bitch out on mamas on me
Yea I'm on swerve and I bet don't crash
Blue-faced up smokin on gas
Blue-faced up smokin on gas
You ain't even gotta ask
Yea I'm on swerve but I bet I don't crash
Blue-faced up smoking on gas
You can see it on me you ain't even gotta ask
You can see it on me you ain't even gotta ask
Yea I'm on swerve but I bet I don't crash
Blue-faced up smoking on gas
You can see it on me you ain't even gotta ask
You ain't even gotta ask
Yea I keep it on me you ain't even gotta ask
Speed racing in the Rarri yea that muthafucka fast
Two hundred on the dash
Get ghost on the crash
They can't even keep up
Block boy catch me in the hood like the Reaper
Crenshaw hoodie on wit jewelry like a preacher
Them streets get cold so I gotta keep a heater
All that fightin gettin old I'll shoot the whole scene up
No Quentin Tarantino Rest In Peace to John Single
We them Boyz in Da Hood that came up pushin Regals
Young Bugsy Siegel now I'm tryna build casinos
Smoke Marathon OG banging Bino
I came a long way I was locked up in Chino
Call me John Gotti, Dapper Don Gambino
Plugs in México
Shout out to my migos
Did it for the hood now I do it for my people
Yea I'm on swerve but I bet I don't crash
Blue-faced up smoking on gas
You can see it on me you ain't even gotta ask
You can see it on me you ain't even gotta ask
Yea I'm on swerve but I bet I don't crash
Blue-faced up smoking on gas
You can see it on me you ain't even gotta ask
You ain't even gotta ask
Credits
Writer(s): Giovanni Brown
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