No Questions, No Answers (feat. Young Los & Face)

(Verse)

It’s like I’m walking through the danger zone, it’s 7 o’clock, my bitch sleep and the game is on. Young Lebron just caught it on the wing, I’m so like em, I’m Gain Greene like I brought it from the bing. Never thought that it would change, went from the four lane, to the four dot six range, “switch lanes”. Dick slang, bang plenty bitches in the hotel, caked off the domain wholesales......well (well), ain’t no more fucking with the homie, when I see him, ima shoot em like a lowey. Got the getaway the driver, the hardware, get em through the back way, cuz he leave the car there, ahhh yeahhh. Biggavel, that’s that ****, he be floating off the sour, he be tipsy off the liquor. What’s good with ya case? I ain’t got no answers. I’m “shooting” your video, I ain’t got no dancers