ByrdGang LB - Questions Lyrics

I been going through some shit, it's getting critical
Two bitches in my bed, I'm in the middle like an interlude
You ain't poppin' shit, boy, you a bitch, I know the real you
Palm trees, exotic weed, plus some bad bitches in my visual

I made it, ah Come on, bro, let's do a song, you gotta pay
Me now Baby, when we finna link, oh, I'm your baby
Now I don't know why he got them guns
Cause I ain't playin' around, askin' all these questions like I'm famous now

Every stream, I got that shit legit, go ahead and look at it
My Brody think he quay above the stove he tryna cook it up
I ain't hesitate to cut her off, her head ain't good enough
Got these niggas mad, it ain't my fault, my price keep goin' up

Like, damn, nigga, you a fan, nigga? I remember you when we was in the box of sand, nigga
I'ma have to come and take the crown, cause they keep playin' with it
When you got some money, everybody claim they fam with you
Better than before, these bitches tryna get a baby out me

I'm so up right now, these bitches couldn't get a "hey" up out me
Back when I was broke, these bitches didn't know a thing about me
Now I'm up on Google, check the stats, ain't nothin' fake about it
I been goin' through some shit, it's gettin' critical

Two bitches in my bed, I'm in the middle like an interlude
You ain't poppin' shit, boy, you a bitch, I know the real you
Palm trees, exotic weed, plus some bad bitches in my visual
I made it, ah Come on, bro, let's do a song, you gotta pay

Me now Baby, when we finna link, oh, I'm your baby
Now I don't know why he got them guns
Cause I ain't playin' around, askin' all these questions like I'm famous, nah
Never will I ever trust a bitch, that shit'll get me killed

Actin' like you noddin' off a perc, you took a Benadryl
You was somewhere ducked off in the crowd, I was in the field
Just because I moved, don't mean I switched, bitch, I'm in it still
We ain't partners, quit the cap, bitch, I ain't rockin' with you

If you my dog, then be my dog, ain't tryna bargain with you
Why you know how much I spent, you pocket watchin', n***a
You told them folks I did you wrong when I was solid with you
She choosin' me to keep it real, she know who poppin' now

She on my dick, come get this bitch fore she get popular
I won't argue with a ho, I just be blockin' her
At this point, it ain't no comp who really stoppin' us, huh
I been goin' through some shit, it's gettin' critical

Two bitches in my bed, I'm in the middle like an interlude
You ain't poppin' shit, boy, you a bitch, I know the real you
Palm trees, exotic weed, plus some bad bitches in my visual, I made it out
Come on, bro, let's do a song, you gotta pay me now

Baby, when we finna link, oh, I'm your baby now
I don't know why he got them guns Cause I ain't playin' around, askin' all these questions
Like I'm famous now