Don't Ask Me (feat. Daang Woodz)

On gawd On gawd Whoo I only got time for the real shit Skrrt Whoa, yeah It's not enough, the hand I was dealt with Trying to say I ain't this When I got the meal quick I only got time for the real shit Whoa, yeah On my momma, y'all done flipped my kill switch Flower for my haters hope you hear this, hear this Everybody ain't shit if you ask me Skrrt If you ask me If you ask me If you ask me Don't ask me Cause everybody ain't shit if you ask me If you ask me If you ask me If you ask me Don't ask me nigga Everybody ain't shit if you ask me Like your girl when she caught up in the backseat With your homie that done took her to the swap meet Acting vegan till she eats him now she likes meat She a demon, she a heathen out to spite me Trying to do the right thing, I'm no spike lee I'm a floater, I'm a mover, I'm a pisces Drown in my wave surf my high seas She a lover, she a hater, she's my wifey Skrrt Should I marry, should I bury her Get back from my area Put myself in a barrier Fuck y'all, that's my every word Rather die than to listen to ya When I died, did you cry Did you try Calling moms, with open arms Praying for him, reading psalms, singing songs, writing poems Or ghosted me till I got strong I only got time for the real shit Skrrt Whoa, yeah It's not enough, the hand I was dealt with Trying to say I ain't this When I got the meal quick I only got time for the real shit Whoa, yeah On my momma, y'all done flipped my kill switch Flower for my haters hope you hear this, hear this Everybody ain't shit if you ask me Skrrt If you ask me If you ask me If you ask me Don't ask me Cause everybody ain't shit if you ask me If you ask me If you ask me If you ask me Shiet, uh huh Don't ask me nigga I told the bitch she couldn't ride if come through Itty bitty now I act like I don't know you, uh Tipping for whatever you like The cris on ice and we can have a hell of a night I see ya mans nigga tricking off the roadway And I be flipping like my old days Put flizz up in the whole thing And Shray smithin' up the hallway And all because you was striping like twisted screw And all because the green dreamy with crystal blue No bottles of Azteca, so the next step it emptying dressers and stapling letters I could really go and knock your bluff up out the whole act And I could really give fuck about the phone back Cause most shit could be a whole trap Me and my niggas we don't fall for that