No Questions lyrics

[Intro]
Hah, hah
Word, word word
Yeah
They ask me all these questions, you know I ain't answer sh*t, b*tch
Check this out man
One thing 'bout me, you heard me
Hah

[Verse 1]
One thing 'bout me, I been 'bout a dollar bill
Put some money on your head, yeah the dollar kill
Shot a n*gga 'till he dead, I got hundred skill
Love the blue hundreds, them my f*ckin' favorite dollar bill
n*gga played yesterday, almost got killed
Cuz told me don't do it
He standin' there stupid, loc think 'bout your music
Your organization, the sh*t that you doin'
So I thought to myself, my flag stay to the left
Trojan, b*tch I'm strapped to the death
Logan, purple red gang in myself
If you dissin' you rather off hangin' yourself
These n*ggas not authentic (no)
I came from the water with sharks in it (word)
b*tch I'm on point like a dart with it (yeah)
My car full of gas like a fart in it, for real (that's on my mama)
These n*ggas are nobodies
Back to teh basics, faded up like Yo Gotti
Say you killer, caught no bodies
n*gga talk around me, hit three out of four targets
Get smoked like Bob Marley
Headshot a n*gga 'til he dead and his heart stoppin'
Yeah the feds found four bodies
Cracker ass b*tch, like I said I don't know 'bout it (that's on my mama)
[Chorus]
Where was you at on the twenty-second?
Nah, can't answer no questions (no questions)
Have you ever seen this Smith & Wesson?
Nah, do you want to sell it? (how much?)
I was locked up in my celly (word)
Murder for hire, no snitchin' or tellin' (word)
I got no calls or no type of mailin' (word)
Tell me where you was at when I was jailing (word word word word)
Where was you at on the twenty-second? (huh?)
Nah, can't answer no questions (can't answer)
Have you ever seen this Smith & Wesson?
Nah, do you want to sell it? (I want it)
I was locked up in my celly (woo)
Murder for hire, no snitchin' or tellin' (woo)
I got no calls or no type of mailin' (word)
Tell me where you was at when I was jailing (yeah yeah yeah yeah)

[Verse 2]
Listen up boys, I'ma tell you how to do it
Smack a f*ck n*gga if he ever acting foolish
f*ckin' on your b*tch, probably shoot a f*ckin' movie
The way she kill [?] you would think she was Jewish
Shouts out to my f*ckin' jeweler
Got me iced out, ain't nobody cooler
Send my homeboys just to do you
Y'all f*ck around like the turtles in the sewer
b*tch I'm the sh*t like cow manure
I'm shootin' sh*t like Rodney Brewer
You talkin' sh*t, I'm runnin' to you
I call a hit, let the Fonz do you
f*ck on a b*tch just to ice out my wrist
AOB, yeah it's all off a b*tch
Pass her to cuz, I call that assist
Shoot a n*gga 'til he swish
[Chorus]
Where was you at on the twenty-second?
Nah, can't answer no questions (no questions)
Have you ever seen this Smith & Wesson?
Nah, do you want to sell it? (how much?)
I was locked up in my celly (word)
Murder for hire, no snitchin' or tellin' (word)
I got no calls or no type of mailin' (word)
Tell me where you was at when I was jailing (word word word word)
Where was you at on the twenty-second? (huh?)
Nah, can't answer no questions (can't answer)
Have you ever seen this Smith & Wesson?
Nah, do you want to sell it? (I want it)
I was locked up in my celly (woo)
Murder for hire, no snitchin' or tellin' (woo)
I got no calls or no type of mailin' (word)
Tell me where you was at when I was jailing (yeah yeah yeah yeah)