Letra de Ask About Me
Yesterday was the bleachers
But I woke up on the courtside
So, this must be the remix
But I woke up on the courtside
So, this must be the remix
In a Cadillac with a freak bitch
Gave the Cadillac to the freak bitch
Saturdays, runnin' wild
Saturdays, runnin' wild
Saturdays, runnin' wild
Doors off on the G-Whip
On the late night with a smooth puss
Got a new cut and the Ku-Klux
Saw the po-po, threw the deuce up
Like I knew, uh, was the truth
Got a big blunt, so the roof up
With the artwork, on the wall like
From duplex to the zoo, flex
From the ink-pen to the Ruth Cris
What it look like, need a toothpick
And I'm too full
How are you bitch?
How are you bitch?
How are you bitch?
I was book smart, with some good drip
Did your big bro hide the good crack?
In the old-school, in the old-school
And a five-piece, when you cook that
See, yesterday was the bleachers
But I woke up on the courtside
So, this must be the remix
In a Cadillac with a freak bitch
Gave the Cadillac to the freak bitch
Saturdays, runnin' wild
Saturdays, runnin' wild
Saturdays, runnin' wild
Yesterday was the bleachers
But I woke up on the courtside
So, this must be the remix
In a Cadillac with a freak bitch
Gave the Cadillac to the freak bitch
Just, Saturdays, runnin' wild
Saturdays, runnin' wild
Saturdays, runnin' wild
And I’m like where you been, love?
I come home and ask about you
You my favorite friend, love
Only one that’s been there
I should call your kinfolk
We get gone and we get thrown
We almost baller, benz-oh
I should call your friends up
Yeah, slip-and-slide
For real
Someone change the text and make us dive
For real
Hopin’ that’s a keeper, we get high as this
Mm, you must be out yo’ mind
Yeah, yeah
I do my dance on a fuck nigga
“Where you been?” T-E, double N
Come and fuck with me
All my friends who ain’t got no ride, throw a buck in it
When my side hoe ain’t down to die
This is us livin’
Gave the Cadillac to the freak bitch
Saturdays, runnin' wild
Saturdays, runnin' wild
Saturdays, runnin' wild
Doors off on the G-Whip
On the late night with a smooth puss
Got a new cut and the Ku-Klux
Saw the po-po, threw the deuce up
Like I knew, uh, was the truth
Got a big blunt, so the roof up
With the artwork, on the wall like
From duplex to the zoo, flex
From the ink-pen to the Ruth Cris
What it look like, need a toothpick
And I'm too full
How are you bitch?
How are you bitch?
How are you bitch?
I was book smart, with some good drip
Did your big bro hide the good crack?
In the old-school, in the old-school
And a five-piece, when you cook that
See, yesterday was the bleachers
But I woke up on the courtside
So, this must be the remix
In a Cadillac with a freak bitch
Gave the Cadillac to the freak bitch
Saturdays, runnin' wild
Saturdays, runnin' wild
Saturdays, runnin' wild
Yesterday was the bleachers
But I woke up on the courtside
So, this must be the remix
In a Cadillac with a freak bitch
Gave the Cadillac to the freak bitch
Just, Saturdays, runnin' wild
Saturdays, runnin' wild
Saturdays, runnin' wild
And I’m like where you been, love?
I come home and ask about you
You my favorite friend, love
Only one that’s been there
I should call your kinfolk
We get gone and we get thrown
We almost baller, benz-oh
I should call your friends up
Yeah, slip-and-slide
For real
Someone change the text and make us dive
For real
Hopin’ that’s a keeper, we get high as this
Mm, you must be out yo’ mind
Yeah, yeah
I do my dance on a fuck nigga
“Where you been?” T-E, double N
Come and fuck with me
All my friends who ain’t got no ride, throw a buck in it
When my side hoe ain’t down to die
This is us livin’