Stop Askin’ lyrics

[Intro]
(R-R-R-Remedy)
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Don't jump at nothin' you can't handle
b*tch, you bad as f*ck with no standards
Bro, he tryna clean a n*gga top, too much dandruff
They said he spiced up, get alert, no AMBER
Any n*gga tuckin' in they chains is no-factors
I just bought my b*tch some earrings, I'm romantic
I can hop inside the AMG, I go faster
I don't even run the Instagram, they gon' amp it
n*ggas always talkin' 'til we see 'em, no static
I'ma keep sayin' I need a mil', it's gon' happen
b*tch, you let the lights go to your head, you so average
Show them people how you really live, you so plastic
Yeah, I know I'm known, but baby, please, no cameras
I could put you on that big screen, no plasma
City College, I was doin' scams on campus (Yeah)
The last n*gga triеd to put on a show and got canceled

[Chorus]
b*tch, you know I really bе with thugs, no rappers
I can pass lil' bro the wop, he gon' stamp you
Playin' with some chicken, wrap up, she gon' trap you
I just put eighty around my neck, it's no acting
I been doin' numbers on the road, no basket
n*ggas wanna see you in a suit with no casket
I can really post up on the block in high fashion
b*tch already know we keep straps, so stop askin'
[Verse 2]
Ayy, calm down with all that cappin', n*gga
b*tch, you wanna leave, go be happy
I can still knock the baddest b*tch, hair nappy
They wonder why a n*gga last this long, I'm just scrappy, yeah
Tell me where that bag, I secure it
Baby love my swag, my appearance
Brother, he just hit his last lick in some Amiris
b*tches love to do everything but be a parent
I can really talk that bag talk, it's transparent
Yeah, I'm really him, so get a grip and stop starin'
Brother say he want that big boy McLaren
That love sh*t over once a n*gga stop carin'
Twenty-band night, I just had a good evening
What's that in the stash? Got enough for ten seasons
Really I can't make this sh*t up, keep GG
It can really happen any moment, so sleazy

[Chorus]
b*tch, you know I really be with thugs, no rappers
I can pass lil' bro the wop, he gon' stamp you
Playin' with some chicken, wrap up, she gon' trap you
I just put eighty around my neck, it's no acting
I been doin' numbers on the road, no basket
n*ggas wanna see you in a suit with no casket
I can really post up on the block in high fashion
b*tch already know we keep straps, so stop askin'