I Gotta Question..

I gotta question You gone ride for me You gone slide for me Do or die for me No, I can't let her do time for me Like a breitling pieceee That's my lil baby These days got her ass goin crazy You tweaking lately like I'm yo probation This shit aint love wtf is you saying I gotta question Look she don't see what I need her to see Changing on me like the seasons These days she ain't being the things that I need her to be Now I'm out a limb Smoke it off like them leaves in the trees I done gave you plenty pieces of me This shit right here is not chemistry No No I wish you kept this shit real and told me how you feel girl I am not your enemy Back to back cats call it symmetry Lemon squeeze, I hit that girl on some fendi sheets Oohhh What the business read That's the only thing matter to me Showed me you can't hold it down Why in the f*ck would I still have my heart on my sleeve I cannot think bout this shit way too much Got my thought process all outta bounds Ya mad that I figured it out Yea that girl is way too cynical now I'm counting them Benjamin's now Ouch Babygirl mad at the flow of the spout Smoking ounces on the couch Laid back with a stack of some hunnids to count I gotta question You gone ride for me You gone slide for me Do or die for me No I can't let her do time for me Like a breitling pieceee That's my lil baby These days got her ass goin crazy You tweaking lately like I'm yo probation This shit aint love wtf is you saying I gotta question Uh, Uh I gotta question I gotta question Yea, yea I gotta question I gotta question Yea, yea