we ain't asking

shout out to my girl the battle Queen bamma for jumping on this track with me appreciate it can't wait till the next one 🤜🤛💯♥️🎤🎧🎙️ We ain't asking, we straight take the ship without caption Hitting you with the lyrical fraction rip like that ligament Putting your dead body in the thicket, bitch We ain't asking, we just blasting, rolling with Bama Slama She gon' slam ya, hit you with that rym that make it say damn, son Fuck 'em with your program bye my shit by the pound You buy yours by the gram, We ain't asking, we straight take it, ship without captain Blasting fractions, ligaments snapping, bodies in thickets abandoned Bama Slama slamming, ryms damaging, your whole f****** squad turn your block to a Hit you with that pipe dreams turn to nightmyares quick Steel in her grip, make your ribs crack, damn, son, that's sick Hustle pounds of that white, you nickel-and-dimers on grams Flipping bricks in the trap, while you trapped in your scam Street code loyalty, no snitching, we ride or die silent Cross the line, get outlined in chalk, body dumped in the island G-funk lowriders crawling, hydraulics popping on foes East Coast bars slicing, leave your chest with more holes than clothes Survival of the grimiest, eat or get eaten, no peace We feast on the weak, pounds in the street, you retreat, deceased We ain't asking, we just blasting, rolling with Bama Slama She gon' slam ya, hit you with that Bryan that make it say damn, son Fuck 'em with your program, 'bout my shit by the pound You buy yours by the gram, doing the stand, we run this town We ain't asking, we straight take it, ship without captain Blasting fractions, ligaments snapping, bodies in thickets abandoned Bama Slama slamming, Bryan damaging, damn son Pounds over grams, fuck your program, we the fam, son! Picture this: midnight creep in the cut, no lights, just shadows Bama Slama spot the opp, she swing that Bryan like a lasso One crack to the dome, motherfucker fold like a lawn chair Ligaments pop, blood drops, we drag him to the thicket there I'm posted with the pack, pounds stacked in the duffel bag heavy You slangin' grams to fiends, gettin' petty, we gettin' that levy Fuck your program, lame nigga, we rewrite the whole script Loyal to the soil, my dogs bite harder than a pit West Coast cruisers bumping Dre, East bars like Nas raw Hustle never pause, cross us? Catch the sawed-off applause From the corners to the boarders, we borderless kings Blasting without asking, hear the fat lady sing Stand down or get grounded, we pound for pound the illest You gram-flippers drown in the fountain, we fountain the millions Bama Slama's my rider, she slide with the fire No cap in my rap, straight facts from the cul-de-sac Trap lords mapping traps, you napsack, get smacked back Loyalty's the blade, cut throats for the bread we bake Survival game's cake, we take plates while you hesitate Ship sinks without us steering, fearing the reaper we greet Blasting heats, streets weep, sleep with the creeps, complete We ain't asking.