21 Questions Lyrics

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't 1

These internet thugs they ain't never spray nun

We got some Glocks up in a whip I can't pull over for none

I need switch and a stick that's the way to have fun

Fell asleep off the drugs feeling pain all alone

I ain't have no one to call when I was down on my own

He sending threats, stop the talking

On my momma get it on

I swear to GOD when we catch em

He is not gon make it home

You shooters I got shooters too

What you trying to do?

Bob the builder in my city

I can't leave wit out the tool

My nigga itching for a lick

I think he got to lose screw

Tighten up, Niggas snitches

So I rock with a few

Judge trying to crack the homies

Gave em 12 times 2

That's 24 nigga do the math

Add a 3 to that

Glock 27 yea I'm on his ass

I've been moving right

She got left with her bitch ass

Bitch steady yapping saying Blah, blah, blah

Glocky with a switch go Frah, Frah, Frah

Brother always told me get the Mu la,la,la

When I touch my first 100

I'm an always thank God

Thank God I'm alive and I'm living

Did so much shit, pray I never go to prison

Brodie facing trail

Yea I heard they got to witness

If they catch me

I wonder who gon chase my vision

Is it easy to love me now

Would you love me if I was down and out

Would you still

Would you still have love for me girl

I've been on my lonely

Judge free the homies

Saying that you love me

You gon have to really show me

Brother in that cell

I swear time moving slowly

Judge free the homies

Judge free the homies

Lonely

I've been on my lonely

I've been on my lonely

Tell the judge free the homies

Would you love me in a Benz

Or could you love me in a bus

I'll ask 21 questions

And they all about us