Questions Lyrics

Ay

Ay

Look

Quin you crazy boy

Man what is this cap about

Black hoodie & some skittles, tell Zimmerman to check it out

They gone come out in a min bro, Just wait it out

Ay why my zip look short bro Just weigh it out

You know I'm shining bright, I'm the new sun

My old bitch ain't believe in my vision, got a new one

My old pole kept jamming up, I got a new gun

I Beat the pussy up like Chico, I'm Uncle Willie son

What kind of gun is that? This some custom shit

What kind of car is that? This a custom whip

Wonder why he can't hit my girl? This a custom bitch

Wonder why we got straight drop? Got it thru customs bitch

Why you got all these questions? You acting funny bitch

Aw yeah you need some lessons? On how to get rich

I can get you a couple bands , I need At least six

And I can tell you don't know how to whip bricks

You got a weak wrist

Ima thirst trapper

Don't leave yo girl alone , Cause ima Guaranteed bitch snatcher

You Can't hang with the big dawgs , You a whipper snapper

You Can't invite me to the show, Cause Ima get it clapper

Aw yo BD wanna shop? I turned into a taxer

All these bitches wanna top me up

Thank God I turned into a rapper

I'll pour up any color of the drank, It don't really matter

I'm on my way to the top , But I think I got a broke ladder

He was an artistic Nigga, Made his brains splatter

I'm fin get back on my jiggas , Cause I'm getting fatter

Fuck it I'm fin slide in her dm , I see you getting madder

She say her cousin name Baby D

Fuck is my window shattered

Ay I'll blick at a hoe

These niggas think they bullies? Aw you think that ima hoe

Ay that's the Nigga right there bro, drive slow

He thought I was in Carolina, But I caught him at the store

Yeah I might be folks, But you might catch me the Moes

Yeah I might be folks , But you might catch me with the foes

Nah I ain't gone lie, You ain't gone catch me with no nigga

I'm careful on my toes

These niggas quick to set you up, I know how it go

He Thought he had a big stain with me

But I got a big pole

He Thought he was fin come down this street

But we got big tolls

They thought I was Lightning McQueen

The way I stay up on that road

You the shooter but ain't make the teams, you need bigger goals