Ask Bout Us

[Intro]
Chuby Throwbaccs
I'm standing on that

[Verse 1]
I told my bitch I'll be back I got shit to do
Like tryna' to turn this motherfucking zip into a brick or two
Fuck them new tennis shoes, I'll buy the J's next week
I already run the block, I'm trying to run the next street
Niggas be, trippin' off the wrong shit nowadays
What happened to getting money, recouping and putting away
Your dollars for a rainy day, niggas done forgot that
Its all about money, you ain't nothing if you ain't got that
Tell that sucka to fallback, we stashing them tall stacks
Cook it to the oil, niggas loyal, so they'll call ya back
I keep a ball bat, rap too perfecto
In traffic everyday, getting money like the Metro
And I took the stairs tho', no elevator needed
I steady stayed patiеnt, now this paper I'm receiving
And all thе bitches hate it, cuz I rarely keep in touch wit 'em
And every time I do call, its just to put my dick in 'em
Let my little cuz hit 'em, fuck it its the life tho'
We really out here living what chu' seeing in these videos
Fucking on these pretty hoes, with credit cards and benefits
Ask about us nigga, we ain't out here doing no little shit

[Chorus]
Ask about us, Nigga ask about us, Nigga
Ask about us, Nigga ask about us, Nigga
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Ask about us, Nigga ask about us, Nigga
Ask about us, Nigga ask about us, Nigga
Ask about us, Nigga ask about us, Nigga
Ask about us, Nigga ask about us, Nigga

[Verse 2]
I jumped off the porch, I had heart but was young
Seen my bro wit a torch, I went and bought a bigger gun
A nigga needed funds, so I resorted to the block
Kept a pocket full of ones, but it looked'ed like a knot
To change my draws and my socks, was the only time I went home
55th and Paseo was the soil that I gritted on
Would put it on my granny, but you clowns ain't worth it
My only downfall was I did too much splurging
Had to have them kicks and I had to have that denim
Had to have that chop with that hundred round cinnamon
Niggas be trippin', they thought I was a youngster
Till I knocked my first nigga, then they thought I was a gunner
I thought I was too, running around like he-man
Robbing for the loot, cuz I was fucking round with C man
Guess that's how it is, when you really in it deep
If the nigga ain't gotta body, then he not around me

[Chorus]
Ask about us, Nigga ask about us, Nigga
Ask about us, Nigga ask about us, Nigga
Ask about us, Nigga ask about us, Nigga
Ask about us, Nigga ask about us, Nigga

Ask about us, Nigga ask about us, Nigga
Ask about us, Nigga ask about us, Nigga
Ask about us, Nigga ask about us, Nigga
Ask about us, Nigga ask about us, Nigga