Questions

Why you ask me that?
You just can't fuck with me, you know what I'm sayin'?
You gotta keep yo' mouth close
Nigga solid to this shit, for real, for real

"How long you been rappin'?"
"A lil' minute, why, why you ask me that?"
"Are you still trappin?" "Huh?"
"I heard you went and got the bust down Rollie"
"I did, how you know that?"
"Man, how you went got it?" "I been grindin'"
"How you fuck with Gotti, he from the other side?" "He's my nigga"
"Man how that shit happen?" "Don't worry 'bout it"
"Is you really breakin' bread with your team?" "I am"
"Or are you just cappin'?" "I'm good"
They askin' me, askin' me
They askin' me questions, man I don't even reply to 'em
They askin' me, askin' me
They askin' me 'bout drugs, I don't do none' but lie to 'em
They askin' me twenty-one questions
Over and over, I don't do the confessions
They tryna switch up on the story
To fuck up my words, they tryna finesse me

Yeah, they tryna fuck me
Prayin', hope they get lucky
Hopin' I crack
Nah, I'll never do that
They showing me pictures of faces
Bringing up old ass cases
Tryna make me write a statement
Reading other niggas' affidavits
Why you sign with Gotti, ain't you the mob?
You know you wrong
What you doin' it for the money or something?
What you tryna get on?
I been had the streets in a headlock
Fuck you mean is I'm tryna get on?
Look I go where I wanna go, do what I wanna do
'Cause nigga I'm grown
See real niggas link up and get some money
The fuck is you on?
And niggas can't tell me who to fuck with
'Cause I got this shit on my own
And I was in the streets grinding before I was shining while you was at home
And I'm the type of nigga smack the shit out you
Or put one in your dome

"How long you been rappin'?"
"A lil' minute, why, why you ask me that?"
"Are you still trappin?" "Huh?"
"I heard you went and got the bust down Rollie"
"I did, how you know that?"
"How you went got it?" "I been grindin'"
"How you fuck with Gotti, he from the other side?" "He's my nigga"
"Man how that shit happen?" "Don't worry 'bout it"
"Is you really breakin' bread with your team?" "I am"
"Or are you just cappin'?" "I'm good"
They askin' me, askin' me
They askin' me questions, man I don't even reply to 'em
They askin' me, askin' me
They askin' me 'bout drugs, I don't do none' but lie to 'em
They askin' me twenty-one questions
Over and over, I don't do the confessions
They tryna switch up on the story
To fuck up my words, they tryna finesse me

Mad 'cause I got my ass in
Same nigga talkin', same nigga would've broke the pen
I'ma shoot my thirty-two, that's why my clip extend
Bullets with the blue tip will take off a nigga's skin
Or take off a nigga's head, I'm like fuck you and your man
All that yelling in your rhymes make it hard to comprehend
I just got to ask this question, why you in your feelings though?
Why you on social media actin' like you do, but don't want smoke?
Same niggas act like bitches, same ones get treated like hoes
Sending shots through a post
All on Twitter doing the most
Asking questions, I ain't with it
What you ridin' how you livin'?
How much you got what you spending?
Who you rock with who you not with?
Who you shop with?
Ain't with the questions, you need to stop it

"How long you been rappin'?"
"A lil' minute, why, why you ask me that?"
"Are you still trappin?" "Huh?"
"I heard you went and got the bust down Rollie"
"I did, how you know that?"
"How you went got it?" "I been grindin'"
"How you fuck with Gotti, he from the other side?" "He's my nigga"
"Man how that shit happen?" "Don't worry 'bout it"
"Is you really breakin' bread with your team?" "I am"
"Or are you just cappin'?" "I'm good"
They askin' me, askin' me
They askin' me questions, man I don't even reply to 'em
They askin' me, askin' me
They askin' me 'bout drugs, I don't do none' but lie to 'em
They askin' me twenty-one questions
Over and over, I don't do the confessions
They tryna switch up on the story
To fuck up my words, they tryna finesse me