Stop Askin

Stop askin' me who I be fuckin'
Stop askin' me bout all this money
Stop askin' me how I came up from the bottom and ran that shit up from nothin'
Aye
Stop askin' me how much I make
Don’t worry bout me bitch, I’m straight
Stop askin' me how I spent twenty on cloths and got it right back in the day
Stop askin' me why you got blocked
Stop askin' me how I got hot
Stop askin' me when Imma drop
Stop askin' me shit like the cops
Stop askin', I ain’t in the mood
Stop askin', I ain’t tryna be rude
Stop rappin', this shit ain’t for you
Stop flaggin', get put on the news
They don’t know the hell thatcho know that I tell em
And askin' me shit ain’t gon' make it no better
Trustin' these hoes, boy you gotta do better
I get so high I feel like a propella
If you one hundred, I give you whatever
Knew I was gifted, they knew I was special
Long live me bro, I got you forever
Speak on yo name, they get sent to the devil
Yhea, fuck how you feelin', don’t care bout yo feelins'
These bitches be trippin', these niggas be bitchin'
This money, I get it, I came from the trenches
Just hold up, I’m bout to go up in a minute
Back in high school I was gettin' suspended
Now I run around in the foreign whip tinted
Everything they said I could do, I did it
Answer me shit, tryna get in my business
Ask me how it feel to stuff the racks inside the Gucci bag
These niggas broke, that’s why they mad
My bitch bad so you know they gon' ask, «where the fuck did the bitch get all
that ass?»
«Why he be switchin' his bitches so fast?»
«Why he got money and don’t like to brag?»
Get in yo bag, yeah
Stop askin' me who I be fuckin'
Stop askin' me bout all this money
Stop askin' me how I came up from the bottom and ran that shit up from nothin'
Aye
Stop askin' me how much I make
Don’t worry bout me bitch, I’m straight
Stop askin' me how I spent twenty on cloths and got it right back in the day
Stop askin' me why you got blocked
Stop askin' me how I got hot
Stop askin' me when Imma drop
Stop askin' me shit like the cops
Stop askin', I ain’t in the mood
Stop askin', I ain’t tryna be rude
Stop rappin', this shit ain’t for you
Stop flaggin', get put on the news
Yeah, stop askin' me this, stop askin' me that
Like «where you get this», «how you get that»?
My lips they stay zipped, I forever laugh
They told me I’m the goat, don’t be tellin' me that
I seen you a creep, so I fell in the bag
Ain’t get in my feelins', I stuck to my bag
Lately lane road to riches, my foot on the gas
Can’t be playin' with no nigga, get put in the past
I ain’t playin', I ain’t jokin', can we just bang everything, reload it?
Everrythang off the brain, I ain’t never ever wrote it
Won’t be sayin' evvrythang, I be sayin' he «e it
Fuck how my nigga die?
(How?)
I don’t even know
I been feelin' alright
I been tryna keep strong
I ain’t in no house forever in the
«If I say lets ride», is you ready to roll?
Inna new, rhythm
Let’s see if you, will spin them
Bitch stick go poof, on a nigga
Made boy go poof, never knew a magician
Nah
Finally got richer, painted a picture
I then got busy, you can’t even belittle
If I can’t shoot out both side I ain’t takin' no sprinter
Bitch appointin' me to the plague, I can’t wait for the medal
Stop askin' me who I be fuckin'
Stop askin' me bout all this money
Stop askin' me how I came up from the bottom and ran that shit up from nothin'
Aye
Stop askin' me how much I make
Don’t worry bout me bitch, I’m straight
Stop askin' me how I spent twenty on cloths and got it right back in the day
Stop askin' me why you got blocked
Stop askin' me how I got hot
Stop askin' me when Imma drop
Stop askin' me shit like the cops
Stop askin', I ain’t in the mood
Stop askin', I ain’t tryna be rude
Stop rappin', this shit ain’t for you
Stop flaggin', get put on the news