I Gotta Ask

Look

Standin’ in the cypher rockin’

To drivin’ some of the hottest cars

New Jersey's ever seen

To droppin’ some of the dopest mixtapes

That you ever heard

And it's all courtesy of weed

A couple of Percs, and lean, baby

I wish you **** that would

Owe me some bread’ll come and drop it off

I wish she start tonguin’ her girl

But she won't pop it off

Wish I knew you wasn't with the shit

So what you hoppin’ for?

When pussy's thrown your way every nanosecond

It's not an option, ya'll

Normally a sponge but it’s some shit

I just cannot absorb

While ya'll are dressed like Metro Boomin

I wish you would knock it off

Wish the best MC didn't mean who is more popular

But I just booked my next nine months

Ready to lock in more

Money, it’s a lot to grab

Before we get to it

There's a question that I gotta ask

Where's all my **** with the rubber grips?

Bust shots

And if you with me mama

Rub on ya tits

And what not

I hear they thinkin' bout speakin' my name

Bet if they could I'm takin bets

Money on my hood

Money on me, I'm good

Money on the wood

Money on, wishin' that money would

That's him against the wild life

And I got money on the woods, baby

Two bitches, three's company

How I half with her

This Hennessy don't do the trick

Then watch this Jack trip her

I'm tryna buy a compound

I need the pad bigger

That’s seven bed rooms

Eight and half baths, I figure

Bad strippers and fraudulent hourglass figures

Got every bartender thinkin'

She'll get a glass slipper

You see a line of bottles come

And guess who orderin’ them?

I point in a room, they all coming in

Pick any rapper in the world, my crew is slaughterin’ them

Put vegetables in your house, nobody walkin’ again

What time you get off? I’m showing up there

.9 in one hand, .45 in the other

‘Round a quarter to ten

I mean

The money, it’s a lot to grab

Before we get to it

There's a question that I gotta ask

Where all my **** with the rubber grips?

Bust shots

And if you with me mama

Rub on ya tits

And what not

How many MC's must get dissed?

In the great words of Buckshot

My answer is, “Why the fuck not?”

Come to bars, I'm the same **** that love to club hop

Don't be the guy to get your entire team in a rough spot

We the OG, thorough ****

Huggin' the block

Right down to the crooked businessmen

That’s fudgin' them dots

The early teens in the hood

Out there fuckin' with cops

Know they fuck with us back now

Especially if you black now

It's Joe