Bout It

Bow, they know I been bout it

They know I been bout it (Bout it)
They know I been bout it (Bitch I been bout it)
Ain't gotta scream or shout it (Shout it)
They know I been bout it (Bout)
Niggas be pocket watching (What?)
That money I still count it (Fast money)
Ten toes gotta stay on my pivot (Back-foot)
Anything gotta see bout it (Four)
They know I been bout it (Bout it)
They know I been bout it (Bout it
They know I been bout it (Bout it)
2 half's gone win bout it (Go win)
They know know I been bout it (Bout it)
They know I been bout it (Bout it)
(My shawty all in 'bout it
In the coupe gone spin bout it)

They know I been bout it
(Red dot) Rooftop I'm still scouting
(Re-rock) Gone rock like Kurt Cobain
(Plug ties) My plug we re-routing
(No switch) Never gone switch my lane (Night train)
Too quick I keep driving (We shooting)
If it's up, then it's up be real (Be real)
These hoes gone keep conniving

Two 4's like Kobe Bean (Been posted)
Above the Rim Yao Ming
Been known for serving fiends
I'm day one on the scene
She gunning she a swoop, no lover just like Billie Jean
Diamonds dirty dancing Swayze on me drip saline

Moving by the clock
AR gone put that boy in shock
Margiela on my fit, stepping out we on the block
OTR the kit, never going out of stock
Drag racing on 95 yeah it's 12'o'clock

They know I been bout it (Bout it)
They know I been bout it (Bitch I been bout it)
Ain't gotta scream or shout it (Shout it)
They know I been bout it (Bout)
Niggas be pocket watching (What)
That money I still count it (Fast money)
Ten toes gotta stay on my pivot (Back-foot)
Anything gotta see bout it

Any means I'ma see bout it
Too up gone keep mounting
All cameras go where I go, that bitch wanna be around it
Make a strange move, them bullets dropping like a fountain
You ain't on that shit
We know you ain't really bout it

See me riding by, my little eye can fucking spy
Up early smoking on this gas, I'm stuck above the sky
24/7 put in work I feel like Bill nye
All I want is funds, no cap, nigga I resupply

On my way to get that bag
Up all day could never lag
Get that payout then I leave
I whip that work up in the Lab
Keep it g, don't go like that
What you need I got the Tech
A thousand yards, we breaking records
Juke em' ain't no running back



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Writer(s): Amante Evans
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