Letra da Música I Got a Question de Yg

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 girl 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 commission
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 girl 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 drunk, and I was drunker
(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 girl 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 parlez-vous 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
Cock back, 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 girl gon' stop stressing me
Second guessing me?
Will the truth really set you free?
I got a question