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Question Video (MV)




Performed By: GM Wop
Language: English
Length: 2:24
Written by: Maurice Pettaway




GM Wop - Question Lyrics




It ain't a question who the hardest
She gone f*ck with the real that regardless
We bout action we don't do no talking
I was out on that block with that carbine
Bag it up now that shit on the market
Plenty choppers for niggas who talking
I was off in the third trynna scrape up that dinner that boy say he got it
I'll eat em for dinner
Weon even see y'all niggas
Small dawg needa get a lil bigger
Y'all niggas pumped up on liquor
Why they thought that they could f*ck with us huh
It ain't a question who the hardest
She gone f*ck with the real that's regardless
We bout action we don't do no talking
I was out on that block with that carbine Yeahh

It ain't a question who the hardest is
Selling dope like a pharmacist
We ain't really with the talking shit
Plenty choppers plenty cartridges
Bitch I move like a player
Why my swag on react she don't know how to act
Like I've cream we selling flavors
Got the gas in the back and we boolin the Brack
Why I got ya bitch trapped out on my lap
Dopewell made put my city on the map
She don't know bout it so I took her to the trap
Say she like guns so I let hold the strap
Hike bound nigga from the backblock
Pack tucked in my sock sellin crackrock
Bitch I'm still gone serve while the block hot and I still whip work till my wrist lock
On black weon see y'all niggas
Everybody wit a gun ain't a killer
It's a lot of nigga outchea real
But f*ck that all my niggas realer On god trap jump sumn serious
Straight money nigga point blank period
If it's beef then you know how I carry it
But heen bout it on Blakk man I sure of it

It ain't a question who the hardest
She gone f*ck with the real that regardless
We bout action we don't do no talking
I was out on that block with that carbine
Bag it up now that shit on the market
Plenty choppers for niggas who talking
I was off in the third trynna scrape up that dinner that boy say he got it
I'll eat em for dinner
Weon even see y'all niggas
Small dawg needa get a lil bigger
Y'all niggas pumped up on liquor
Why they thought that they could f*ck with us huh
It ain't a question who the hardest
She gone f*ck with the real that's regardless
We bout action we don't do no talking
I was out on that block with that carbine Yeahh
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It ain't a question who the hardest
She gone f*ck with the real that regardless
We bout action we don't do no talking
I was out on that block with that carbine
Bag it up now that shit on the market
Plenty choppers for niggas who talking
I was off in the third trynna scrape up that dinner that boy say he got it
I'll eat em for dinner
Weon even see y'all niggas
Small dawg needa get a lil bigger
Y'all niggas pumped up on liquor
Why they thought that they could f*ck with us huh
It ain't a question who the hardest
She gone f*ck with the real that's regardless
We bout action we don't do no talking
I was out on that block with that carbine Yeahh

It ain't a question who the hardest is
Selling dope like a pharmacist
We ain't really with the talking shit
Plenty choppers plenty cartridges
Bitch I move like a player
Why my swag on react she don't know how to act
Like I've cream we selling flavors
Got the gas in the back and we boolin the Brack
Why I got ya bitch trapped out on my lap
Dopewell made put my city on the map
She don't know bout it so I took her to the trap
Say she like guns so I let hold the strap
Hike bound nigga from the backblock
Pack tucked in my sock sellin crackrock
Bitch I'm still gone serve while the block hot and I still whip work till my wrist lock
On black weon see y'all niggas
Everybody wit a gun ain't a killer
It's a lot of nigga outchea real
But f*ck that all my niggas realer On god trap jump sumn serious
Straight money nigga point blank period
If it's beef then you know how I carry it
But heen bout it on Blakk man I sure of it

It ain't a question who the hardest
She gone f*ck with the real that regardless
We bout action we don't do no talking
I was out on that block with that carbine
Bag it up now that shit on the market
Plenty choppers for niggas who talking
I was off in the third trynna scrape up that dinner that boy say he got it
I'll eat em for dinner
Weon even see y'all niggas
Small dawg needa get a lil bigger
Y'all niggas pumped up on liquor
Why they thought that they could f*ck with us huh
It ain't a question who the hardest
She gone f*ck with the real that's regardless
We bout action we don't do no talking
I was out on that block with that carbine Yeahh
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Writer: Maurice Pettaway
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