Questions Lyrics

I been going through some shit, it's getting critical

Two bitches in my bed, I'm in the middle like an interlude

You ain't poppin' shit, boy, you a bitch, I know the real you

Palm trees, exotic weed, plus some bad bitches in my visual

I made it, ah Come on, bro, let's do a song, you gotta pay

me now Baby, when we finna link, oh, I'm your baby

now I don't know why he got them guns

Cause I ain't playin' around, askin' all these questions like I'm famous now

Every stream, I got that shit legit, go ahead and look at it

My Brody think he quay above the stove he tryna cook it up

I ain't hesitate to cut her off, her head ain't good enough

Got these niggas mad, it ain't my fault, my price keep goin' up

Like, damn, nigga, you a fan, nigga? I remember you when we was in the box of sand, nigga

I'ma have to come and take the crown, cause they keep playin' with it

When you got some money, everybody claim they fam with you

Better than before, these bitches tryna get a baby out me

I'm so up right now, these bitches couldn't get a "hey" up out me

Back when I was broke, these bitches didn't know a thing about me

Now I'm up on Google, check the stats, ain't nothin' fake about it

I been goin' through some shit, it's gettin' critical

Two bitches in my bed, I'm in the middle like an interlude

You ain't poppin' shit, boy, you a bitch, I know the real you

Palm trees, exotic weed, plus some bad bitches in my visual

I made it, ah Come on, bro, let's do a song, you gotta pay

me now Baby, when we finna link, oh, I'm your baby

now I don't know why he got them guns

Cause I ain't playin' around, askin' all these questions like I'm famous, nah

Never will I ever trust a bitch, that shit'll get me killed

Actin' like you noddin' off a perc, you took a Benadryl

You was somewhere ducked off in the crowd, I was in the field

Just because I moved, don't mean I switched, bitch, I'm in it still

We ain't partners, quit the cap, bitch, I ain't rockin' with you

If you my dog, then be my dog, ain't tryna bargain with you

Why you know how much I spent, you pocket watchin', n***a

You told them folks I did you wrong when I was solid with you

She choosin' me to keep it real, she know who poppin' now

She on my dick, come get this bitch fore she get popular

I won't argue with a ho, I just be blockin' her

At this point, it ain't no comp who really stoppin' us, huh

I been goin' through some shit, it's gettin' critical

Two bitches in my bed, I'm in the middle like an interlude

You ain't poppin' shit, boy, you a bitch, I know the real you

Palm trees, exotic weed, plus some bad bitches in my visual, I made it out

Come on, bro, let's do a song, you gotta pay me now

Baby, when we finna link, oh, I'm your baby now

I don't know why he got them guns Cause I ain't playin' around, askin' all these questions

Like I'm famous now