Ask about me Lyrics

Now, nigga better have that cash right in here, man

Unless y'all ain't the dick

Look at that hard rock, dawg

I don't know, I was about to file it, but I don't show up

He keep showing up with this paper on his heart, he ain't even playing like this, man

These niggas acting janky

This nigga, man

Who is this, man

Sister, jitterball nigga, I'm full of drugs

All I know is get it from the mud, so that's what I does

In this MBM type D.I.E

I bleed these streets, sent elements to read

Nigga asked about me

I never fold on beef

Never talk to police

Nigga asked about me

I kept them pounds for cheap

And kept the blood on them keys

Nigga asked about me

Damn, I don't even know where to start from

Car wrench a part of where I got my heart from

When big Duke died, dug him with a outcome

Troublesome, who on the bump, who on the thumb

Tell my family, Vaughn stuck in a pen

Piru, nigga, we all in

We Marvin

This creation is fire, but paper chasing hard time

Clean cape, we try houses in cold cases, motherfucker

May slime out of nothing

Two choppers in the bucket, and we bouncing off busting

Tell the other side, no frontin'

Straight hunting, and words to the wild

Motherfucker, we coming, get money

Sister, jitterball nigga, I'm full of drugs

All I know is get it from the mud, so that's what I does

In this MBM type D.I.E

I bleed these streets, sent elements to read

Nigga asked about me

I never fold on beef

Never talk to police

Nigga asked about me

I kept them pounds for cheap

And kept a plug on them keys

Nigga asked about me

Let the plug be said

Sneak jab and you'll be confronted

MBM always in the mood for hunting

Cali boy, keep my mind blunt

I be in the trap, trapping like my time coming

Jitterball throwing a middle finger, assume it's 12 past

I remember walking out of prison with a jail band

Life could really become so exhausting

Best friends moving like moving targets

You a snake if you can't look me in my eyes

How can I get caught without it

I can't leave it at the high

Sister, jitterball nigga, I'm full of drugs

All I know is get it from the mud, so that's what I does

In this MBM type D.I.E

I bleed these streets and every mystery

Nigga asked about me

I never fold on beef

Never talk to police

Nigga asked about me

I kept them pounds for cheap

And kept a plug on them keys

Nigga asked about me