Fukkit, Sinizter - NoQuestionsAsked lyrics
[Fukkit, Sinizter - NoQuestionsAsked lyrics]
The love I got for bitches let
It die like old habit's
Why she actin' mean the bitch
Know she below average
He actin' like my fan
I told him "bro go play in traffic"
Every time I swing the automatic shocked
That I got static 4K on his head
We finna shoot like Black Magic
She finna suck the dick instead
Cause when we fuck, it lack passion
Let this pistol answer all yo questions
I don't even ask it
Ima let that AK spray it's finna
Turn him to a dancer
Bitch I run up in yo house
Mask on just like I’m Michael
All up in yo face 30 mag up in that rifle
762’s rest in piss to all my rivals
I’m on demon time I got him
Screamin’ verses out his bible
Look at the drip, I be drownin’
Never leave my home without it
Fuck on his bitch and I’m out it
Slurpin’ me up, fountain
Blacked out Porsche it’s a foreign
Ball like I’m Kobe, I’m scorin’
Bad lil bish she a Taurus
Poppin’ them shots like a warnin’
Bitch we run that bag
I’m all about that cash
CashApp send the bag
Ain’t no questions asked
Bitch we run that bag, I’m all about the cash
CashApp send the bag
Ain’t no questions asked
The love I got for bitches let
It die like old habit's
Why she actin' mean the bitch
Know she below average
He actin' like my fan
I told him "bro go play in traffic"
Every time I swing the automatic shocked
That I got static 4K on his head
We finna shoot like Black Magic
She finna suck the dick instead
Cause when we fuck, it lack passion
Let this pistol answer all yo questions
I don't even ask it
Ima let that AK spray it's finna
Turn him to a dancer
It die like old habit's
Why she actin' mean the bitch
Know she below average
He actin' like my fan
I told him "bro go play in traffic"
Every time I swing the automatic shocked
That I got static 4K on his head
We finna shoot like Black Magic
She finna suck the dick instead
Cause when we fuck, it lack passion
Let this pistol answer all yo questions
I don't even ask it
Ima let that AK spray it's finna
Turn him to a dancer
Bitch I run up in yo house
Mask on just like I’m Michael
All up in yo face 30 mag up in that rifle
762’s rest in piss to all my rivals
I’m on demon time I got him
Screamin’ verses out his bible
Look at the drip, I be drownin’
Never leave my home without it
Fuck on his bitch and I’m out it
Slurpin’ me up, fountain
Blacked out Porsche it’s a foreign
Ball like I’m Kobe, I’m scorin’
Bad lil bish she a Taurus
Poppin’ them shots like a warnin’
Bitch we run that bag
I’m all about that cash
CashApp send the bag
Ain’t no questions asked
Bitch we run that bag, I’m all about the cash
CashApp send the bag
Ain’t no questions asked
The love I got for bitches let
It die like old habit's
Why she actin' mean the bitch
Know she below average
He actin' like my fan
I told him "bro go play in traffic"
Every time I swing the automatic shocked
That I got static 4K on his head
We finna shoot like Black Magic
She finna suck the dick instead
Cause when we fuck, it lack passion
Let this pistol answer all yo questions
I don't even ask it
Ima let that AK spray it's finna
Turn him to a dancer