QUESTION EVERYTHING

[Intro]
ZYLLER

[Verse 1]
I’m gon' ride through city
Getting high making switches
Hit my dial, get yo' fix in
Oh my god, stop the bitching
You ain’t fire, you ain't with it
Fuck yo' style and opinion
Feeling vile, never fit in
Never smile, ain’t no grinning

[Chorus]
Feeling gon' stop
Mental so locked
I ain’t really seen myself in a while
Smoking that crop
Rolling nonstop
Been in my head, I ain’t never coming out
What you know 'bout the white boy coming out the south?
I been coming up, 30k in my account
Do my own thing, I ain’t worried 'bout the crowd
Only fuck with the gang, you ain’t finna come around, ho

[Verse 2]
She don’t fuck with the boy
But she fuck with the hoes
Had to post on the story
Had to sneak on the low
Had to cheat in my home
Had no reason to go
But a motherfucker really wanna see hеr blood flow
She a freak but she won’t
Fuck with mе 'cause I’m on my own
My role provide that dough
Consult, she won’t, gon' hide that phone
But a motherfucker know what you been doing
I been chewing on my tongue
'Cause I ain’t really wanna talk about you
I ain’t give no fuck about you
'Til I found out you ain’t give no fuck about me
Never wanna be around me
N-N-Never wanna be around me
'Bout to dump her in the creek
Never make it not without me
Ain’t gon' make it not without me
Bitch, you had it fucking free
All from the Grey on the beat
All from the Grey got the green

[Chorus]
That feeling won’t stop
Mental so locked
I ain’t really seen myself in awhile
Smoking that crop
Rolling non stop
Been in my head, I ain’t never coming out
What you know 'bout the white boy coming out the south?
I been coming up 30k in my account
Do my own thing, I ain’t worried bout the crowd
Only fuck with the gang you ain’t finna come around, ho

[Outro]
Feeling gon' stop
Mental so locked
I ain’t really seen myself in awhile
Smoking that crop
Rolling nonstop
Been in my head I ain’t never coming out
What you know 'bout the white boy coming out the south?
I been coming up 30k in my account
Do my own thing, I ain’t worried bout the crowd
Only fuck with the gang you ain’t finna come around, ho