Ask Me (feat. BCB Renny)

Ask me if I give a got damn about her not one
Makin cop work for they money I took off running
Me and Renny like a trash man instead the glock's dumping
Papapa
Nigga pulled up like he Batman shit ain't gon stop nothing
Where he at though
Bcb really on some shit we on the frontline

Nigga askin me do I keep it on me know I hug mine
keep it on me
Asking about a bitch I'm hitting on nigga you out of line
out of line boy

Renny put the blunt down real quick you know it's punch time
come on

Bitch if you touch mines... then it's touchdown
If you touch me
Put a couple points up but first I had to run down
On they ass
Flexin niggas, put a pistol on em since his funds out
Now it's mine
Shout out auntie, posted on the southside I'm in that one house
Okay
Yeaaa

We a motherfuckin issue
We a problem
It don't take shit to kick a nigga door when the rent due
Now it's solved
All these niggas do is hurt they self ya mama miss you

It's a problem? Glock 40 solve it and I got fn too

Brought lil shorty to the stu taught adlib lesson
Yeahh
Flipping shit spend it make it back since a adolescence
Know I get It back
Wrap my dick up put it in her box this her only present
This her only present nigga

Find a bitch who can't walk get the scripts that's a free lil lesson
Haa

He ridin round the city askin boutta bitch
Haaa
Fn got a laser what you think I'm boutta miss
Boy you crazy
Unky threw me keys to rover, shit I'm boutta whip it

Niggas standin on the corner, shit I'm boutta blitz it

You ain't got me how u had me stop that reminiscing
You ain't got it
Getting money kicking back my bitches kissing bitches
Bitch this ain't 2015 now watch me get to whippin
Bought a crib ever since ain't been up out the kitchen
Now watch me whip it

Ima genie to you bitches grant you 3 lil wishes
3 lil wishes
Gon head and keep him off the leash
that nigga is not vicious
Turned his foreign to a striker, paint I already switched it
Got that shit

She wanna fuck before she leave she done pulled out my jimmy
She pull my jimmy out

Bitch think she trickin off.Hoe you must not know renny
What you don't know
Ion mind feedin the bitch but she won't get a penny
Sum Dominos
Nigga I can found out where you live, just gotta hit up Timmy
Now you gon
Get the Ping on his ass n hit em wit a 50

Make a nigga disappear... get a nigga gone

Pharmacist of the year, up at crack a dawn

Plus Ian sleep the night before... ain't even felt a yawn

Money on my mental bitch I'm tryna get it long

Sold his ass a clone to get rich but it was burnt up
Burnt up
100 ways to get rich and that nigga chose the wrong one
Wrong way nigga
Qb for this play sent his ass on a long run
That nigga froze pistol jammed too asnt tryna kill nun
Bitch ass

Why the bitch dancing like she ain't filled with pills or sum
stop that twerkin
You Sent him on a drill knowing he not a pro in this field dummy

You niggas can't fuck with us



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Writer(s): Zamar Mclean
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