4 Questions Lyrics

Bitch, I'm slimy, it's a blessin Been gettin' money, I still like flixin

Drivin' town and askin' around the nearest bank, I need directions

Yeah, you fuck with me, but can I put this ten right in your checkin

Do you fuck with me or do I gotta ask you some more questions

You gon' hold me down when I be down and stressin

bae this drip or down, you gotta match my drown, cuz I be dressin

You gon' ride around and watch me flip these pounds, I don't like texting

All these niggas clowning, got the fakest smile, I don't respect em, nah

Ride around, cat can't catch it, nah

up blick, cuz I don't like wrestling, nah

Niggas on the block, no pressure, nah

her ass to fat, can't catch it, nah

She lame', yea I see all them flaws

She text, cuz I ignore them calls

hoe why you drop them panties, i just want jaws

You ain't my bitch, you ain't get my glock

The block still hot, still stayin' on stock

Ain't tryna drop banks, how that bitch kick rocks

Been gettin' money, still punch that clock

I been touch ten & i still ain't stopped

Won't stop slidin' till I hit that drop

I don't hang with niggas, cuz they act like cops

high off weed bitch i dont sip wock why you talk like that

Bitch, that's how I talk