Question Me

If I’m caught lacking wit out my gun that's the death a me Left my wows wit them poles they gone step fa me Married to the streets mama I got on my knees They say don't question god But I feel like he questioning me I’m not gone hurt you little shanty That's what them lames do If you think I’m gone leave shanty can’t blame you I’m just a young in doing what these niggas can’t do And they say they brothers turn around and shank you I’m trying live up in that mansion Get the diamonds that be dancing Out in Milwaukee to Miami like perfect landing Fucking her good got her getting in different stances No dis is not a pain song No pain song Finns be rocking that Gucci hell of Prada and Louie Love songs like tootsie need my bitch to be boogie We fucking like movies Niggas dying and they shooting She said she gone ride Somebody my god She say ion love you well bitch I tried Bend yo fine ass over let me f*ck up yo spine Let’s get to the point let’s not waste no mo time Baby I trust issues don’t pay me no mind