Bout That
Boy you ain't really really bout that
Cuz I'm really really bout that
Put that muzzle where your mouth at
Now let's if you can talk back
Talking slick i don't allow that
Push a fuq nogga brow back
Catch slipping I'm a blawww that
I don't give a fuq where the crowd at
When the gun come up
It's guaranteed a man down
40 Cal knock a man down
Knock him and his man down
I ain't thinking bout the can now
When it's up there it's up there
Pussy nogga better stand down
Cuz when i air out
I air out
And i don't really care about
Blowing up a nogga where abouts
Me and my noggaz ride out
Mess round blow a nogga hide out
I be out here
I don't hide out
Tell wtf i got to lie about
I'll say what i said out of my mouth
Wish a nogga would come to my house
Guaranteed i blow a nogga mind out
They be like boy you crazy
I be like fuq you pay me
I was born in the 80s
So bull ish not tolerated
Your chick say I'm her favorite
She said your dick out of style like avrex
Don't trust her so i smash her with laytex
I ain't the one for the beef ish
Fuk around turn it to some street ish
Don't talk unless asked to speak trick
I hate when a pussie nogga sneak diss
If i directed it ain't respected
Never been scared of being rejection
Noggaz on labels... all they got was necklace
This dope boy life so hectic
And yall better respect it
I'm a ball before the check hit
Tell the Gucci Mane gone cut the check truck
Last thing nogga hear is pop pop
Then his head gone like a drop top
I stop traffic like a bad chick with no bra and a crop top
Boy you ain't really really bout that
Cuz I'm really really bout that
Put that muzzle where your mouth at
Now let's see if you can talk back
Talking slick don't allow that
Fuq around push a nogga brow back
Catch him slipping I'm a blaww that
I don't give a fuq where the crowd at
Holly moly quacamole
I be blowing
Gas i be rolling
I don't wear a Rollie
Cuz haters is police
I spit like I'm chosen
My heart is frozen
My wrist is so frozen
The pole I be toting
Casket will be closing
If you opposing
The ish and i know it
Chickens be on me
Money be on me
Pistols be on me
I don't need no army
I am a army
Death upon thee
If he slide on me
10k in my pocket
Popping holes in bologna
Noggaz bologna
Chickens be phony
I'm there for my fam whenever they call me
Ish is appalling
The way i be balling
No way that I'm falling!
No way I'm falling!
Cuz I'm really really bout that
Put that muzzle where your mouth at
Now let's if you can talk back
Talking slick i don't allow that
Push a fuq nogga brow back
Catch slipping I'm a blawww that
I don't give a fuq where the crowd at
When the gun come up
It's guaranteed a man down
40 Cal knock a man down
Knock him and his man down
I ain't thinking bout the can now
When it's up there it's up there
Pussy nogga better stand down
Cuz when i air out
I air out
And i don't really care about
Blowing up a nogga where abouts
Me and my noggaz ride out
Mess round blow a nogga hide out
I be out here
I don't hide out
Tell wtf i got to lie about
I'll say what i said out of my mouth
Wish a nogga would come to my house
Guaranteed i blow a nogga mind out
They be like boy you crazy
I be like fuq you pay me
I was born in the 80s
So bull ish not tolerated
Your chick say I'm her favorite
She said your dick out of style like avrex
Don't trust her so i smash her with laytex
I ain't the one for the beef ish
Fuk around turn it to some street ish
Don't talk unless asked to speak trick
I hate when a pussie nogga sneak diss
If i directed it ain't respected
Never been scared of being rejection
Noggaz on labels... all they got was necklace
This dope boy life so hectic
And yall better respect it
I'm a ball before the check hit
Tell the Gucci Mane gone cut the check truck
Last thing nogga hear is pop pop
Then his head gone like a drop top
I stop traffic like a bad chick with no bra and a crop top
Boy you ain't really really bout that
Cuz I'm really really bout that
Put that muzzle where your mouth at
Now let's see if you can talk back
Talking slick don't allow that
Fuq around push a nogga brow back
Catch him slipping I'm a blaww that
I don't give a fuq where the crowd at
Holly moly quacamole
I be blowing
Gas i be rolling
I don't wear a Rollie
Cuz haters is police
I spit like I'm chosen
My heart is frozen
My wrist is so frozen
The pole I be toting
Casket will be closing
If you opposing
The ish and i know it
Chickens be on me
Money be on me
Pistols be on me
I don't need no army
I am a army
Death upon thee
If he slide on me
10k in my pocket
Popping holes in bologna
Noggaz bologna
Chickens be phony
I'm there for my fam whenever they call me
Ish is appalling
The way i be balling
No way that I'm falling!
No way I'm falling!
Credits
Writer(s): Ronnie Gist
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