Ask About me
I came with a bitch but I left with two
Stair em in the face like who are you
Stay starring at my dick looking for a clue
Had to jet left myself black and blue
Birds flocking when I went and signed a deal
Laughing to the bank on my gag reel
Everybody asking about how I feel
Fuck the thoughts went a copped a four-course meal
My mama keeps questing I’m sad
Really if the records hot I ain’t mad
Got caught side chick wasn’t wearing camo
My PO chased me down in my Lambo
And my girl left so I went and got the rest
Now I’m just wondering if its a test
I’m just happy that they all say less
Drunk Superman Hancock it's a mess mess
And you can see that shit S on my chest
And you can see that shit S on my chest
And you can see that shi-

Who the fuck is Jeremiah
These bitches always asking about me
These bitches always asking about me
I stair them in the face like who you be
These bitches always asking about me
What
These bitches always asking about me
These bitches always asking about me
I’d be rich if my name carried a fee
These bitches always asking about me

Now I'm swerving through the hills in my burnt orange wraith
Dirty Sprite in my hand and I'm getting baked
Off some laced weed from the Carribean
I'm stuck in this life that's why I'm living it
Fucking on a girl and she brings her friends
And she takes it good gotta make her bend
Fuck her so long can't see the end
Hit it so hard I'm her only man
I only fuck a bitch if she looking fine
I only like my water with a splash of lime
So put it on me and please take your time
Toss two tens for a couple dimes
Girl let me know when I can get you alone
Grab you by the hand take you to my home
Pupils dilate when she sees the mamba
You're here, for one thing, I don't want no drama
Niggas ask questions about what I write
Won’t answer in future off that dirty sprite
Freddy with a killing slashed in the night
Right after I swear it’ll be alright
A cop pulled me over wraith slow down driving
Black in America call it surviving
I bless my enemies and I bless my fans
Tried to shoot me down and I’m like who’s mans
I’m the king turned this pad to my land
I've been writing flows might make a band
Damn

And these bitches ask about me
And these bitches ask about me
Yeah these bitches ask about me
And my own girl started to doubt me

Fuck