Ask 'Em

(album: B.A.R.S (Vol. 1) - 2020)

Yup, this shit ain't stopping
We jsut can't start it
East side Long Beach all the way to the Bay, all the way to Korea
(P-P-P-Lo, time to bring the bass back)
Jessica Ho, P-Lo, and $tupid Young

Aye, Aye
Yeah bitch I'm gone, taking off like I'm NASA
Hoes wanna fuck cause they see I got my cash up
It ain't bout the racks, said I'm good, I could pass up
I be with my dawgs they gon' do what I ask 'em
Yeah bitch I'm gone, taking off like I'm NASA
Hoes wanna fuck cause they see I got my cash up
It ain't bout the racks, said I'm good, I could pass up
I be with my dawgs they gon' do what I ask 'em

Niggas hit my line cause they see I got my cash up
You ain't talking 'bout no racks, nigga you can back up
Baby tryna fuck me, she heard I got my racks up
So I told her, "face down baby, with your ass up"
Gang in this bitch nigga, don't get smacked up
If you want to take it there we gon' pick the straps up
Homies got his address, bring that Google map up
Life is a gamble and I'm hoping I don't crap up
7-11 baby, east side, you know what I'm repping baby
These other on my feet when I'm stepping baby
We don't take losses, we just learnn lessons baby
That's on the gang, she fucking with me I got my guap up
I got money in the safe, I got my stocks up
You ain't the type to hold me down when I'm locked up
So after I'm done fucking, I'm gone when he pop up

Aye, Aye
Yeah bitch I'm gone, taking off like I'm NASA
Hoes wanna fuck cause they see I got my cash up
It ain't bout the racks, said I'm good, I could pass up
I be with my dawgs they gon' do what I ask 'em
Yeah bitch I'm gone, taking off like I'm NASA
Hoes wanna fuck cause they see I got my cash up
It ain't bout the racks, said I'm good, I could pass up
I be with my dawgs they gon' do what I ask 'em

Took about 10 just to pop off, kick the door in
Now I'm in the drop top, it's a foreign
Sun shine brighter after rain and the pouring
Better days, still trapped in my story
We flipping, tripping, dippin, up in the streets
Tell all these bitches they ain't fucking with me
Yeah, old friends used to tell I should stop now
Never calmed down, now I stay bossed out
Y'all ain't for the fame, chasing clout now
You ain't fuck with me then, you ain't fucking with me right now
All up in my jeans, everyday I pop it
I ain't talking bout the booty, got bands in my pocket
Ain't nobody got time for no cupid shit
On my grind, $tupid Young told me we gon' get stupid rich

Aye, Aye
Yeah bitch I'm gone, taking off like I'm NASA
Hoes wanna fuck cause they see I got my cash up
It ain't bout the racks, said I'm good, I could pass up
I be with my dawgs they gon' do what I ask 'em
Yeah bitch I'm gone, taking off like I'm NASA
Hoes wanna fuck cause they see I got my cash up
It ain't bout the racks, said I'm good, I could pass up
I be with my dawgs they gon' do what I ask 'em