[Chorus: YG]
I got a question…
I got a question:
When the police gon' stop pressin' me?
When my bitch gon' stop stressin' me, second guessin' me?
Will the truth really set you free?
I got a question:
When them boys gon' stop pressin' me?
When my girls gon' stop stressin' me, second guessin' me?
Will the truth really set you free?
I got a question.
[Verse 1: YG]
Look, when them boys gonna stop pressin' me?
Can't they tell I'm 'bout my business, I'm Jehovah, you my witness.
See me makin' shit like, uh, for my mothafuckin' children,
Gotta pay out all commissions, gotta get it, obtain the vision.
Homies switchin', shit gettin' different,
I'm makin' 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.
[Chorus: YG]
I got a question:
When the police gon' stop pressin' me?
When my bitch gon' stop stressin' me, second guessin' me?
Will the truth really set you free?
I got a question:
When them boys gon' stop pressin' me?
When my girls gon' stop stressin' me, second guessin' me?
Will the truth really set you free?
I got a question.
[Verse 2: YG]
Like, when my bitch gon' stop pressin' me?
Okay, I didn't mean to fuck her, I just had to get my nut off,
She was truckin', I was drunk,
She was a bad mothafucka!
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 checkin' in
I be on my business makin' sure them checks is in.
She thinks things is changin', she notice we barely fuckin',
I come and go when I, when I want, I'm steady hustlin',
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.»
[Chorus: YG & Lil Wayne]
Damn, I got a question:
When the police gon' stop pressin' me?
When my bitch gon' stop stressin' me, second guessin' me?
Will the truth really set you free?
I got a question:
When them boys gon' stop pressin' me?
When my bitch gon' stop stressin' me, second guessin' me?
Will the truth really set you free?
I got a question.
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
What's my name, ho?
I got a few questions, I'mma pick your brain, ho!
I'm bulletproof flexin', I'mma switch the lingo.
I'm Piru flexin', all my niggas bang, though, su-woo!
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,
Singin' cream, gettin' 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,
Got that point forward like LaMarcus Aldridge.
Top back as I ride in the RR,
Got a question, what car I'mma drive tomorrow?
Lord! Brah! Tunechi!
[Chorus: YG & Lil Wayne]
When the police gon' stop pressing me?
Yeah, YG, fuck with me!
Moola, baby!
When my bitch gon' stop stressin' me, second guessin' me?
Will the truth really set you free?
I got a question,
I got a question:
When them boys gon' stop pressin' me?
When my girls gon' stop stressin' me, second guessin' me?
Will the truth really set you free?
I got a question.