Ask Me

Intro:

Nigga, ayo I told them niggas this shit get real scary (I'm in the backseat with two strap heats), 45 minutes away (and I'm 'bout to play, wassup!), 5 hours away from you niggas (I'm right here, nigga!), I'm not even playin', hold up, bitch, tell 'em how I pull up (It's Rob Gates, nigga! Da Cloth!), yeah get my vocals right for me, I told 'em what I told 'em though, Chup, haha, I scream 5 automatic, nigga (Speed what up!), hahahahaha, you're on my toe, lil' nigga, uh, look

Verse 1: Rob Gates:

Pink dots glew let it Glock through (Pink dots!)
These niggas Pac? and robbers
I know some niggas in my hood, who'll stop yo' pockets (Then gon' stop yo' shit!)
You leavin' witcho chain, that's not a option, heh nigga
My shit beyond toxic, rifle with the optics
I told my youngin shoot, nigga hit a object (Hit a nigga!)
But I never let 'em see me sweat (I could never let 'em!)
He got hit they left brain, on his TV deck (They spilled...!)
I got some shit I ain't seen the check (I ain't seen the check!)
I ain't fuckin' up the 2020, these niggas runnin' from me (Hey, run around!)
And I never really needed a feature (Never needed it!)
I never seen a Rap nigga, eager to meet ya
But I fuck with who I fuck with (Yeah)
Y'all niggas on some hoe shit (Yeah)
Whole lotta killas I'm affiliated with 'em (I'm affiliated!)
I got situations with 'em, 50 shot on the passenger (50!)
Lil' nigga suited in the backseat

Chorus:

And before he shoot it he gon' ask me x4
Uh, and before he shoot it he gon' ask me x2

Verse 2: M.A.V.:

Yeah, that's Five-Seven, holdin' 20 shit that's good and plenty (It's more than enough)
Shit, that nigga that's ridin' with you make the 5 friendly (It's him)
A dollar on yo' head it won't require any
He don't know no better, he different, he done retired many
I always take a nigga under the wings (I always bring one in)
Once he get to the other side, crown him, make him a king (Nope)
Went from chain snatchers and car thieves to wavin' his thing
First he kissed the hand of who gave him life, tastin' the ring (Muah)
I play the dark, niggas rarely in it
He got it parked and near the parked, muzzle break for the sparks that's somethin' that's rarely in it (Y'all can't handle that)
I be writin' he wreakin' havoc, they swear he timid (Yeah)
I get a order he on you niggas, I swear you finished
My spittin' image I'm seein' the similarities
Aggressive with the measure since way of thinkin' is scarin' me (Shit is scary...)
As crazy as it is he wanna feel my trust
It's never them, what would you do, if you was us...

Chorus: Rob Gates:

And before he shoot it he gon' ask me x2
Uh, and before he shoot it he gon' ask me x2