T$tick - Go Ask Lyrics

Wildlife, let's go We get paid, you can ask your Hoe them
They keep thinkin' that we clicked up, we don't Even know them
Why he keep on hollerin' that he outside
We had to catch his bronin' Glock .45s, we Tote them

We get bucks on opps, we score them
Bitches, you f*ckin' the way you keep comin
Around I ain't with all that talkin' and shit

Opps to be talkin' bout havin' some pay When We see em outside, they be walkin
And shit
Know I'm havin' this shit, check my wrist

And my chain She won't f*ck with a guy since y'all niggas
Was lame
How you guess he ain't got no stain
I get a shootin' from range, got me feelin' like
Dane
These niggas be bitch, gon' tell for they
Gettin' them chain
You gettin' too old to try to start claimin
Game Trappin' finesse and I made me a name
F*ck up my opps and it clear that they claim I ran this shit up to the top
You can't keep your leg closed, I just want me some talk

Clean up crew comin' through, wipe you up with a mop
I ain't beefin' with no broke niggas, just stalk
I ain't f*ckin' on no bum, hoe, don't even come around
Run off on my opps and I'm not leavin' town Set you up with a bitch, lay your whole team

Down Got off with a pill, tryna drop the lean Now
I'm rockin' Celine, I got a big-ass Glock, so I'm Robbin', I don't use the bean
And the bitch actin' lame, I'ma pass to the Team
Pop up in the house, got me feelin' like Scream

We get paid, you can ask your hoe them
They be thinkin' that we clicked up, we don't
Even know them
Why he keep on hollin' that he outside, we
Had to catch his bro now
Glock 45s, we tote them
We get bucks on opps, we score them Bitches, You f*ckin' no way, you keep comin

Around, I ain't with all the talkin' and shit I Used to be talkin' about havin' some
Pick, when we see her, my side, they be walkin' And shit
Know I'm havin' this shit, chain my wrist and My chain
She won't f*ck with the guy since y'all niggas was lame

How you can't see he ain't got no stain
I get a shootin' from range, got me feelin' like Dame