Why you all in my face I can't laugh with ya
Cuz the shoes I got on called ass-kickers
He a fake ass gang banging ass nigga
Ima rich skinny chain hanging ass nigga
Baby get your butt done make that ass bigger
I'm not tryna compete with no rap nigga
Say you real but I can see the cap in ya
On the phone with a bitch tryna rat me
Then you see me in person you happy
Got your hand in my face tryna dap me
That's some lame-ass shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
Yo block spin that
Been there did that
F*ck KaeTre
Sorry no I didn't get that
Say that shit again
Nigga you gone get ya shit wacked
He be sending shots but they be on a diss track
If I'm sending shots ima make a nigga zig zag
Pussy go splish splash
Gun got a six-pack
The neighbors hear thunder
Make it rain on yo bitch ass
Bullets to his mouth I'm bout to serve his ass a tic-tac
Had a girl do me dirty
Inside of my songs
Is where I be leaving my cries
She thinking I just wanna f*ck
Man I swear to god
These hoes they be reading my mind
I got hate on my mind
You can see in my eyes
Put my trust in that bitch
She told so many lies
I know that she f*cking with so many guys
She telling me sorry
Heard so many times
I went off in his bitch
And I gave her ding dong
Pass her to the bro I'm playing ping pong
Ain't never had no one to lean on
Now I'm going ape shit like King Kong
And my song is your bitch ringtone
Nigga think he can stop me then dream on
Talking shit and yo head put that beam on
I been rapping but f*ck it
I need me some beats I can sing on
Gone
I'm yelling uh uh uh uh uh uh gone
Play with me and ima send your ass home
Talking to me like we dogs and we homes
But running back to that bitch on the phone
Why you all in my face I can't laugh with ya
Cuz the shoes I got on called ass-kickers
He a fake ass gang banging ass nigga
Ima rich skinny chain hanging ass nigga
Baby get your butt done make that ass bigger
I'm not tryna compete with no rap nigga
Say you real but I can see the cap in ya
On the phone with a bitch tryna rat me
Then you see me in person you happy
Got your hand in my face tryna dap me
That's some lame-ass shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
Hold on hold on hold on
Huh yea damn
F*ck nigga want static then we can get at it
No I'm not a tough guy
But I got a habit of laughing at f*ck niggas
Actions these niggas be sisters
Call them Janet Jackson
He played with my guys
They put him in a casket
Flex on Instagram I see cap in his captions
JB chop the brick right in half
Like a fraction
I know that he taxing
I'm not even asking
I walk in the party
You know that I'm thrashing
Hoes know that I'm cashing
Your coochie I'm crashing
Damn
I should've gave you the knife
That you stabbed in my back
I thought you was my dog
How could you do me like that
But I got news for you buddy
You don't want none of these
Your ass is a comedy
You better not run from me
No
Uh yea
Uh yea
You better not run from me
No uh yea
You better not run from me no
Uh yea
You better not run from me
You better not run from me
You better not run un un uh
Why you all in my face I can't laugh with ya
Cuz the shoes I got on called ass-kickers
He a fake ass gang banging ass nigga
Ima rich skinny chain hanging ass nigga
Baby get your butt done make that ass bigger
I'm not tryna compete with no rap nigga
Say you real but I can see the cap in ya
On the phone with a bitch tryna rat me
Then you see me in person you happy
Got your hand in my face tryna dap me
That's some lame ass shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
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KaeTre - If You Ask Me Lyrics
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Why you all in my face I can't laugh with ya
Cuz the shoes I got on called ass-kickers
He a fake ass gang banging ass nigga
Ima rich skinny chain hanging ass nigga
Baby get your butt done make that ass bigger
I'm not tryna compete with no rap nigga
Say you real but I can see the cap in ya
On the phone with a bitch tryna rat me
Then you see me in person you happy
Got your hand in my face tryna dap me
That's some lame-ass shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
Yo block spin that
Been there did that
F*ck KaeTre
Sorry no I didn't get that
Say that shit again
Nigga you gone get ya shit wacked
He be sending shots but they be on a diss track
If I'm sending shots ima make a nigga zig zag
Pussy go splish splash
Gun got a six-pack
The neighbors hear thunder
Make it rain on yo bitch ass
Bullets to his mouth I'm bout to serve his ass a tic-tac
Had a girl do me dirty
Inside of my songs
Is where I be leaving my cries
She thinking I just wanna f*ck
Man I swear to god
These hoes they be reading my mind
I got hate on my mind
You can see in my eyes
Put my trust in that bitch
She told so many lies
I know that she f*cking with so many guys
She telling me sorry
Heard so many times
I went off in his bitch
And I gave her ding dong
Pass her to the bro I'm playing ping pong
Ain't never had no one to lean on
Now I'm going ape shit like King Kong
And my song is your bitch ringtone
Nigga think he can stop me then dream on
Talking shit and yo head put that beam on
I been rapping but f*ck it
I need me some beats I can sing on
Gone
I'm yelling uh uh uh uh uh uh gone
Play with me and ima send your ass home
Talking to me like we dogs and we homes
But running back to that bitch on the phone
Why you all in my face I can't laugh with ya
Cuz the shoes I got on called ass-kickers
He a fake ass gang banging ass nigga
Ima rich skinny chain hanging ass nigga
Baby get your butt done make that ass bigger
I'm not tryna compete with no rap nigga
Say you real but I can see the cap in ya
On the phone with a bitch tryna rat me
Then you see me in person you happy
Got your hand in my face tryna dap me
That's some lame-ass shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
Hold on hold on hold on
Huh yea damn
F*ck nigga want static then we can get at it
No I'm not a tough guy
But I got a habit of laughing at f*ck niggas
Actions these niggas be sisters
Call them Janet Jackson
He played with my guys
They put him in a casket
Flex on Instagram I see cap in his captions
JB chop the brick right in half
Like a fraction
I know that he taxing
I'm not even asking
I walk in the party
You know that I'm thrashing
Hoes know that I'm cashing
Your coochie I'm crashing
Damn
I should've gave you the knife
That you stabbed in my back
I thought you was my dog
How could you do me like that
But I got news for you buddy
You don't want none of these
Your ass is a comedy
You better not run from me
No
Uh yea
Uh yea
You better not run from me
No uh yea
You better not run from me no
Uh yea
You better not run from me
You better not run from me
You better not run un un uh
Why you all in my face I can't laugh with ya
Cuz the shoes I got on called ass-kickers
He a fake ass gang banging ass nigga
Ima rich skinny chain hanging ass nigga
Baby get your butt done make that ass bigger
I'm not tryna compete with no rap nigga
Say you real but I can see the cap in ya
On the phone with a bitch tryna rat me
Then you see me in person you happy
Got your hand in my face tryna dap me
That's some lame ass shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
Cuz the shoes I got on called ass-kickers
He a fake ass gang banging ass nigga
Ima rich skinny chain hanging ass nigga
Baby get your butt done make that ass bigger
I'm not tryna compete with no rap nigga
Say you real but I can see the cap in ya
On the phone with a bitch tryna rat me
Then you see me in person you happy
Got your hand in my face tryna dap me
That's some lame-ass shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
Yo block spin that
Been there did that
F*ck KaeTre
Sorry no I didn't get that
Say that shit again
Nigga you gone get ya shit wacked
He be sending shots but they be on a diss track
If I'm sending shots ima make a nigga zig zag
Pussy go splish splash
Gun got a six-pack
The neighbors hear thunder
Make it rain on yo bitch ass
Bullets to his mouth I'm bout to serve his ass a tic-tac
Had a girl do me dirty
Inside of my songs
Is where I be leaving my cries
She thinking I just wanna f*ck
Man I swear to god
These hoes they be reading my mind
I got hate on my mind
You can see in my eyes
Put my trust in that bitch
She told so many lies
I know that she f*cking with so many guys
She telling me sorry
Heard so many times
I went off in his bitch
And I gave her ding dong
Pass her to the bro I'm playing ping pong
Ain't never had no one to lean on
Now I'm going ape shit like King Kong
And my song is your bitch ringtone
Nigga think he can stop me then dream on
Talking shit and yo head put that beam on
I been rapping but f*ck it
I need me some beats I can sing on
Gone
I'm yelling uh uh uh uh uh uh gone
Play with me and ima send your ass home
Talking to me like we dogs and we homes
But running back to that bitch on the phone
Why you all in my face I can't laugh with ya
Cuz the shoes I got on called ass-kickers
He a fake ass gang banging ass nigga
Ima rich skinny chain hanging ass nigga
Baby get your butt done make that ass bigger
I'm not tryna compete with no rap nigga
Say you real but I can see the cap in ya
On the phone with a bitch tryna rat me
Then you see me in person you happy
Got your hand in my face tryna dap me
That's some lame-ass shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
Hold on hold on hold on
Huh yea damn
F*ck nigga want static then we can get at it
No I'm not a tough guy
But I got a habit of laughing at f*ck niggas
Actions these niggas be sisters
Call them Janet Jackson
He played with my guys
They put him in a casket
Flex on Instagram I see cap in his captions
JB chop the brick right in half
Like a fraction
I know that he taxing
I'm not even asking
I walk in the party
You know that I'm thrashing
Hoes know that I'm cashing
Your coochie I'm crashing
Damn
I should've gave you the knife
That you stabbed in my back
I thought you was my dog
How could you do me like that
But I got news for you buddy
You don't want none of these
Your ass is a comedy
You better not run from me
No
Uh yea
Uh yea
You better not run from me
No uh yea
You better not run from me no
Uh yea
You better not run from me
You better not run from me
You better not run un un uh
Why you all in my face I can't laugh with ya
Cuz the shoes I got on called ass-kickers
He a fake ass gang banging ass nigga
Ima rich skinny chain hanging ass nigga
Baby get your butt done make that ass bigger
I'm not tryna compete with no rap nigga
Say you real but I can see the cap in ya
On the phone with a bitch tryna rat me
Then you see me in person you happy
Got your hand in my face tryna dap me
That's some lame ass shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
That's some lame as shit if you ask me
Writer: Trevellus Peeples
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid