I’m Just Askin’ lyrics

by

Larry June


[Verse 1]
I figured I could get it cheaper if I go and hit my plug out in Puerto Rico
Fifty cal desert eagle get to squeezing when a n*gga feelin’ evil
Big smile on my face when I look over, see the trap phone ringing
Where was you n*gga when I didn’t have sh*t, now you’re comin’ with opinions
I was taught growin’ up that I’d never have to answer to another n*gga
I was taught growin’ up that you never roll with n*ggas that be in they feelings
Ups and downs in the trap game got me trappin’ hard, turned me to a menace
I’m vacayin’ on an island but my money still workin’ on the f*cking west
I got two n*ggas, Smith and Wes’
I don’t give a f*ck about a threat
Doin’ donuts in the ‘Vette
Yellow diamonds on my neck
Ride ‘round, mind gone, can’t even think, n*gga too high
Two trap spots, two trap phones, goddamn, n*gga too fly
I checked the mail like two times
Yeah I’m waiting on that pink slip
I hit the chopper with the rubber grip
Lately I been on some other sh*t
Damn

[Hook]
Sometimes I ask myself is this really living?
Is this real life? got a n*gga trippin’
I’m just asking
I’m just asking
Sometimes I ask myself is this really living?
Is this real life? got a n*gga trippin’
I’m just asking
I’m just asking
[Verse 2]
Riding by myself ‘cause I don’t trust n*ggas
Old hating ass n*gga, I hope a bus hit ya
Dope man, dope man, got it for the cheaper
Chop down, chop down
Ride around with a MAC, gotta move different when you really havin’ money
Check that boy for a wire, n*gga acting funny, n*gga I don’t really trust him
Four five wrapped in a towel, had to grab mine, heard them n*ggas coming
FN with the skinny nose, got it sounding like a rock band drumming
I been out of my mind
Bae I gotta go now
I been working so hard
It’s all a n*gga know now
Rocking Bally’s on my way to valley
Other b*tch Italian, only feed her salad
On my way to Vegas, n*gga f*ck the mileage
Chopper break ya, sounding like you’re switching classes
I’m going steady so my check advancing
Organized crime got me living lavish
Overseas banking, got a few accountants
Put my bottom b*tch in a new Audi
Triple eight white tee but that neck hit for like twenty-five thousand
Bounced out on a renegade like what’s up ma, need all of that

[Hook]
Sometimes I ask myself is this really living?
Is this real life? got a n*gga trippin’
I’m just asking
I’m just asking
Sometimes I ask myself is this really living?
Is this real life? got a n*gga trippin’
I’m just asking
I’m just asking
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