Текст MBNel – Ask

I know the money come and go, so I ain’t trippin’ about it
I know that love don’t last forever, but I love it while a nigga got it
I know some niggas in they feelings and they out here plottin’
So I don’t hop up in my car unless I got my Glock in

But now I got my foot on the bag, livin’ fast
They just want me to crash, aye
And bitch I got this Glock in my pants
Nigga, I ain’t got time for my hands, aye

But now I got my foot on the bag, livin’ fast
They just want me to crash, aye
And bitch I got this Glock in my pants
Nigga, I ain’t got time for my hands, aye

‘Cause I just want ’em prayers for my wrist, nigga
I just got a bag for my bitch, aye
And don’t you ever ask me for shit, ’cause I ain’t ever ask you for shit, aye
And I just got a strap with a grip, nigga
I just bought a pack for a flip, aye
And don’t you ever ask me for shit, ’cause I ain’t ever ask you for shit, aye

I’m havin’ conversation with my nigga through some glass
And back when I was on my ass, ain’t nobody gave a pass
I got it on my own, wasn’t given by a hand
And bitch, I’m plottin’ on a lick so I can go and buy a bag
Nigga, I was never rich, so I always flaunted what I had
Put my heart out to a bitch and then she left me on my ass
If you fuckin’ with the gang, then some toes is gettin’ tagged
Told the plug, «I’ll be right back. I gotta go and get some cash»

Watch a sucker through the dash, choppa in the back
Bitch I’m on the 8 if they askin’ where I’m at
I do this for my homies, they dead, gone, ain’t comin’ back
I put my life up on the line, ain’t no need for you to ask (Gang)

Watch a sucker through the dash, choppa in the back
Bitch I’m on the 8 if they askin’ where I’m at
I do this for my homies, they dead, gone, ain’t comin’ back
I put my life up on the line, ain’t no need for you to ask (Gang)

‘Cause I just want ’em prayers for my wrist, nigga
I just got a bag for my bitch, aye
And don’t you ever ask me for shit, ’cause I ain’t ever ask you for shit, aye
And I just got a strap with a grip, nigga
I just bought a pack for a flip, aye
And don’t you ever ask me for shit, ’cause I ain’t ever ask you for shit, aye

‘Cause I just want ’em prayers for my wrist, nigga
I just got a bag for my bitch, aye
And don’t you ever ask me for shit, ’cause I ain’t ever ask you for shit, aye
And I just got a strap with a grip, nigga
I just bought a pack for a flip, aye
And don’t you ever ask me for shit, ’cause I ain’t ever ask you for shit, aye