"Ask Jay" lyrics
It's a Wayne beat
Nigga finna meet Jesus drinkin' fake juice
We're with White Grease today
Nigga finna meet Jesus drinkin' fake juice
You drinkin' fake drink, man, I hate you
You ain't met an M yet, I'm finna make two
We gon' shake the street when we shake through
That nigga in the joint smokin' K2
When we shake through, we gotta shake through
You drinkin' fake drink, man, I hate you
He drunk some fake drink and met Jesus
I got a lot of dog shit, I gotta pay too
I got money too, I gotta scram too
I gotta gaffle too
Stop worryin' 'bout my life, this what rappers do
Like a pint a day
You know I gotta go outfit 5K
You know I can do this shit five times a day
But like, five times a week
I ain't take a break
We on some quick shit, eatin' Steak 'n Shake
I know where the spot at, I could break your face
Who know where some fuckin' Wock at? I'll pay up to eight, or maybe nine
We was finna blow this Hellcat up, but it was Baby Tryin'
Damn, what up gang?
I don't ever tuck my tail, let my nuts hang
I paid for the BBL, she got her butt made
Shit, do your thang, baby girl, she got her butt paid
I only get bitches money 'cause I wanna fuck one day
Like I swear to God I really get my number away
He ridin' 'round with the biggest job, I felt like number eight
She pulled up with a wagon nigga and nothin' ain't
I ain't even hit yesterday, I wanna fuck today
I ain't at the B crib, I'm at the duct—
I wanna pop a nigga up, we finna make some nigga duck today
I swear to God, bro, you can't duck a K
It's Brodie on the left, you go the other way
I'm with Jay, I'm just glad I woke up to see another day
He'll jump out the backseat with Kay, that's why I fuck with Tay
When you think about it, when the day end
I need some motherfuckin' thirties, bro, I just took eight tens
Today is not workin'
This new lean drinker just asked me, "Is Snap purple?"
Of course it is
I ain't never bought Balenciaga's, I'm a Forces head
If we had to make a pick, I ain't gon' lie, my choice was red
Like glass red
She wanna take a mirror pic, she got her ass did
She ain't even cookin', why her house smell like crab legs?
She said her pussy started drippin' wet when I grabbed her leg
When she seen my watch
She instantly ate meat when she seen my cock, yeah
And she knew this shit wasn't gon' be sweet when she seen my Glock
She thought I was on tip 'cause she seen my chop
Like, "Why you got two guns in here?"
I gotta be on point for one of them zone six niggas runnin' here
It's a weight limit, Big Pun in here
'Rari truck, 850, I'm buyin' one this year
These earrings make the headphone hurt my fuckin' ear
These bitches hit so hard, they be sayin', "Bling," I can't fuckin' hear
Like the earrings be sayin', "Bling," all day
Like you can just hear it ringin' in your head, like
Like, "Bling"
These bitches hit so hard, you can hear the sound
Nigga finna meet Jesus drinkin' fake juice
We're with White Grease today
Nigga finna meet Jesus drinkin' fake juice
You drinkin' fake drink, man, I hate you
You ain't met an M yet, I'm finna make two
We gon' shake the street when we shake through
That nigga in the joint smokin' K2
When we shake through, we gotta shake through
You drinkin' fake drink, man, I hate you
He drunk some fake drink and met Jesus
I got a lot of dog shit, I gotta pay too
I got money too, I gotta scram too
I gotta gaffle too
Stop worryin' 'bout my life, this what rappers do
Like a pint a day
You know I gotta go outfit 5K
You know I can do this shit five times a day
But like, five times a week
I ain't take a break
We on some quick shit, eatin' Steak 'n Shake
I know where the spot at, I could break your face
Who know where some fuckin' Wock at? I'll pay up to eight, or maybe nine
We was finna blow this Hellcat up, but it was Baby Tryin'
Damn, what up gang?
I don't ever tuck my tail, let my nuts hang
I paid for the BBL, she got her butt made
Shit, do your thang, baby girl, she got her butt paid
I only get bitches money 'cause I wanna fuck one day
Like I swear to God I really get my number away
He ridin' 'round with the biggest job, I felt like number eight
She pulled up with a wagon nigga and nothin' ain't
I ain't even hit yesterday, I wanna fuck today
I ain't at the B crib, I'm at the duct—
I wanna pop a nigga up, we finna make some nigga duck today
I swear to God, bro, you can't duck a K
It's Brodie on the left, you go the other way
I'm with Jay, I'm just glad I woke up to see another day
He'll jump out the backseat with Kay, that's why I fuck with Tay
When you think about it, when the day end
I need some motherfuckin' thirties, bro, I just took eight tens
Today is not workin'
This new lean drinker just asked me, "Is Snap purple?"
Of course it is
I ain't never bought Balenciaga's, I'm a Forces head
If we had to make a pick, I ain't gon' lie, my choice was red
Like glass red
She wanna take a mirror pic, she got her ass did
She ain't even cookin', why her house smell like crab legs?
She said her pussy started drippin' wet when I grabbed her leg
When she seen my watch
She instantly ate meat when she seen my cock, yeah
And she knew this shit wasn't gon' be sweet when she seen my Glock
She thought I was on tip 'cause she seen my chop
Like, "Why you got two guns in here?"
I gotta be on point for one of them zone six niggas runnin' here
It's a weight limit, Big Pun in here
'Rari truck, 850, I'm buyin' one this year
These earrings make the headphone hurt my fuckin' ear
These bitches hit so hard, they be sayin', "Bling," I can't fuckin' hear
Like the earrings be sayin', "Bling," all day
Like you can just hear it ringin' in your head, like
Like, "Bling"
These bitches hit so hard, you can hear the sound
