I got a question I got a question When the police gon' stop pressing me? When my bitch gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question When them boys gon' stop pressing me? When my girl gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question Look, when them boys gonna stop pressing me? Can't they tell I'm 'bout my business I'm Jehova, you my witness See me making shit like uh for my motherfuckin' children Gotta pay out all commissions, gotta get it, obtain the vision Homies switching, shit getting different I'm making executive decisions To a broke boy I never listen Fuck your permission And 4 Hunnid niggas in the building now Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh, oh, oh Lord Bitch we go hard, go hard, go hard To all my niggas above the law 'Cause we don't really fuck with 'em No, my niggas really from the streets You know they like to blast on blacks And act like they badge was given from God That's why I gotta stay with my heat I got a question When the police gon' stop pressing me? When my bitch gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question When them boys gon' stop pressing me? When my girl gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question Like, when my bitch gon' stop pressing me? Okay I didn't mean to fuck her, I just had to get my nut off She was drunk and I was drunk (She was a bad motherfucker) That shouldn't even count though 'Cause I told you I caught that body, that's trust You shouldn't count those See me on my bumper 'bout me, barely checking in I be on my business making sure them checks is in She thinks things is changing, she notice we barely fucking I come and go, when I, when I want, I'm steady hustling Get the dough, young nigga get the dough Young nigga, young nigga get the dough Uh, she tell me "Work on me" I tell her "Bitch I work the night shift" She tell me "Don't fight the feeling" Bitch I'd rather fight She like, "this ain't love, how you do me is fucked up Even when I'm fucked up" Damn I got a question When the police gon' stop pressing me? When my bitch gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question (Woah) When them boys gon' stop pressing me? When my girl gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question What's my name hoe? I got a few questions, I'mma pick your brain hoe I'm bulletproof flexing, I'mma switch the lingo I'm Piru flexing, all my niggas bang though (Suwoo) That's right, no question nigga Shoot first, ask questions second nigga Got seventeen answers if you test me nigga Got a question, where the fuck your weapon nigga Don't talk too much mind your business nigga Hoes talk too much, tryna quiz a nigga Singing C.R.E.A.M., getting money like RZA nigga Got a question, who the fuck is these niggas? We don't talk, we don't fuss like, we don't bark or argue Got that point forward like LaMarcus Aldridge Top back as I ride in the RR Got a question, what car I'mma drive tomorrow? Lord, blah, Tunechi When the police gon' stop pressing me? When my bitch gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? (YG, fuck with me) Will the truth really set you free? I got a question (I got a question) When them boys gon' stop pressing me? When my girl gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me? Will the truth really set you free? I got a question