Asking Questions

Let's keep it simple, hit 'em with a Rondo
Why the Glocky got a dress? She look like a model
Sorry baby, I'ma player and that's been the motto
She got hella daddy issues, I'm like "where her mom go?"
Three homies, 7K, it's looking like a lotto' (Damn)
And I'ma need the money, literally (On God)
Never follow me unless you tryna hit a pothole (Skrt)
Where I'm going, isn't safe cause you not feeling me
MCM backpack as my book bag
Flipped out a drum, I'm like "damn so many chapters"
Man, these suckas really needa "back back"
All that talking on the net, really filling me wit laughter (Haha)
Really saying, you be on that good gas
When my blunt, off one hit, I be blowing out a Casper
Told myself that all this lean would look bad
Cause overtime, I start to notice that it's fucking up my bladder
Said if yo' bitch is feeling me, she finna feel the beat (Uh)
For any sucka feeling me, he finna feel the heat (Yeah)
I'm not the type to play around, you going underneath (On God)
Me and mommy talking 'bout a sucka, like "yo son is weak"

Shi', why's he pressin'?
Grab my ski', I'm finna teach a couple lessons (On God)
Bitch
If y'all already know the addy, why you askin' questions?
Damn
I'm in the party with some killers in my own section
And Double0 gone you out if you start acting extra (Ayy)

I'm in the party with some killers in my own section
Double0 gone take you out if you start acting extra (Ayy)
My team making blood boil, I can feel the tension
Groupchat full of lames that don't like to mention
Full of wannabe, gangbanging adolescents (You a wannabe)
Bro, shit is really getting sick to me (Gettin' sick to me)
Already said it but I need the money, literally (Right now)
Nimbus Gang, don't fuck with suckas, we the winning team
Said "how the fuck you 7K, if you ain't put yo' man's on?"
Car Clubbin' on the subs, sounding like my dance song (Yeah)
I see you rocking hella colors, like a box of crayons (That's cap)
The last sucka, been a bitch he need a box of tampons
The last bitch you funkin' wit' gone really hurt you (That's facts)
The pants plain, peep the tag, see they Purple
Seven, one, double "0", Carlson Circle (Yeah)
We done got it out the mud like it's fertile

Shi', why's he pressin'? (Why's he pressin'?)
Grab my ski', I'm finna teach a couple lessons (No cap)
Bitch
If y'all already know the addy, why you askin' questions?
Damn
I'm in the party with some killers in my own section
And Double0 gone you out if you start acting extra



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