I Got A Question - YG, Lil Wayne

I got a question

When the police gon' stop pressing me?

When my bitch gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me?

Will the truth really set you free?

I got a question

When them boys gon' stop pressing me?

When my girls gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me?

Will the truth really set you free?

I got a question

Look, when them boys gonna stop pressing me?

Can’t they tell I’m 'bout my business, I’m Jehovah, you my witness

See me making shit like uh for my motherfuckin' children

Gotta pay out all commissions, gotta get it, obtain the vision

Homies switching, shit getting different

I’m making executive decisions

To a broke boy I never listen, fuck your permission

And 4Hunnid niggas in the building now

Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord

Oh, oh, oh Lord

Bitch we go hard, go hard, go hard

To all my niggas above the law

Cause we don’t really fuck with 'em

No, my niggas really from the streets

You know they like to blast on blacks

And act like they badge was given from God

That’s why I gotta stay with my heat

I got a question

When the police gon' stop pressing me?

When my bitch gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me?

Will the truth really set you free?

I got a question

When them boys gon' stop pressing me?

When my girls gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me?

Will the truth really set you free?

I got a question

Like, when my bitch gon' stop pressing me?

Okay i didn’t mean to fuck her, I just had to get my nut off

She was trucking, I was drunk

(She was a bad motherfucker)

That shouldn’t even count though

Cause I told you I caught that body, that’s trust

You shouldn’t count those

See me on my bumper 'bout me, barely checking in

I be on my business making sure them checks is in

She thinks things is changing, she notice we barely fucking

I come and go, when I, when I want, I’m steady hustling

Get the dough, young nigga get the dough

Young nigga, young nigga get the dough

Uh, she tell me «Work with me»

I tell her «Bitch I work the night shift»

She tell me «Don't fight the feeling», «Bitch I’d rather fight»

She like, «this ain’t love, how you do me is fucked up

Even when I’m fucked up»

Damn I got a question

When the police gon' stop pressing me?

When my bitch gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me?

Will the truth really set you free?

I got a question

Woah

When them boys gon' stop pressing me?

When my girls gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me?

Will the truth really set you free?

I got a question

What’s my name hoe?

I got a few questions, I’mma pick your brain ho

I’m bulletproof flexing, I’mma switch the lingo

I’m Piru flexing, all my niggas bang though (Suwoo)

That’s right, no question nigga

Shoot first, ask questions second nigga

Got seventeen answers if you test me nigga

Got a question, where the fuck your weapon nigga

Don’t talk too much mind your business nigga

Hoes talk too much, tryna quiz a nigga

Singing cream, getting money like RZA nigga

Got a question, who the fuck is these niggas?

We don’t talk, we don’t fuss like, we don’t bark or argue

Got that point forward like LaMarcus Aldridge

Top back as I ride in the RR

Got a question, what car I’mma drive tomorrow?

Lord, blah, Tunechi

When the police gon' stop pressing me?

Yeah, YG, fuck with me

When my bitch gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me?

Will the truth really set you free?

I got a question

I got a question

When them boys gon' stop pressing me?

When my girls gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me?

Will the truth really set you free?

I got a question