作词 : Carter, Thomas
Uh yeah mmmm

William h niggas

Holla yeah yo
That's why i squeeze first ask questions last
That's how most of these so called gangstas pass
I squeeze first ask questions last
'Cuz when i pull up always pop
That's why i'm livin' today
Yo when i meet ya
I heat ya down
When i greet ya meet ya with pound
Not the handshake
But the kind that make ya demand a wake
The kind that put land over your face
I pop ya let doctors stitch ya
I n f r a will not miss ya
I move light like my shoes too tight
Leave niggas confused from the day to the night
At night see the light
When the pistol's sparkin'
Daytime it gets dark when that pistol barkin'
I keep cash 'case cops arrest me
'Case kids kidnap me
Kids could get back me
You shall repent 'fore you spend a red cent
If not you somebody up close to sin
Thou shalt not f**k with raw me or he
Face a thousand deaths from mr shawn correy
Carter rap harder like i'm part of a cult
Like cuban cigar maker 'cept i'm hard to smoke
And y'all choke motherf**kers
Ask questions last
That's how most of these so called gangstas pass
I squeeze first ask questions last
'Cuz when i pull up always pop
That's why i'm livin' today
I said thou shalt not f**k with raw me or he
Face a thousand deaths from mr shawn correy
Carter rap harder like i'm part of a cult
Like cuban cigar maker 'cept i'm hard to smoke
Thou shalt not f**k with raw me or he
Face a thousand deaths from mr shawn correy
Carter rap harder like i'm part of a cult
Like cuban cigar maker 'cept i'm hard to smoke
And y'all choke niggas
That's why i squeeze first
Ask questions last
That's how most of these so called gangstas pass
I squeeze first ask questions last
'Cuz when i pull up always pop
That's why i'm livin' today
I said thou shalt not f**k with raw me or he
Face a thousand deaths from mr shawn correy
Carter rap harder like i'm part of a cult
Like cuban cigar maker 'cept i'm hard to smoke
Y'all choke niggas
That's why i squeeze first
Ask questions last
When i pull up always pop
That's why i'm livin' today
See when i'm low in digits i push blow in a blizzard
I'm a player for real i post and pivot
Coke distribute be where the ghosts visit
Where the demons live shit my scene is vivid
Squeamish kids y'all get the f**k outta this verse
It's about to get so obscene in a minute
I seen and live it i did some things i admit it
Wasn't proud of it but i was a child f**k it
Kept a pow tucked in a brown belt
Couldn't sit down big gun kept stickin' my pelvis
Shit it was either that or be livin' wit' elvis
Niggas is jealous hell is hot you heard x
Wanted to tell god that i don't deserve this
Was afraid that he'd tell me i deserve less
My life was nervous
You haven't heard stress
'Til you heard the cries of my mama
Me givin' her drama
Told her i ain't promised tomorrow
Gotta live for the day
And before she could say jay

I was out the door pouch full of raw
A outlaw mentality
Men gotta do men things for men salary
Bad boy not puff or mike lowery
Damn big woulda been proud of me

Ahh shit man

Young hova ya heard

Who could f**k wit' him