ABOUT YOU

Yeah, we be on this side, yeah, we be on this side
Yeah-yeah (ha-ha-ha, Nick, you're stupid)
Yeah, we be on this side, yeah, we be on this side
Yeah, yeah, yeah (we love you, Tecca)
We on this side (Internet Money, bitch), yeah, we be on this side
Yeah, we be on this side, yeah, we be on this side

How you get cropped out the picture?
Doin' s- you ain't ever seen, my - (yeah)
And she be off a bean, no filter
Tell me what I gotta do to get that mixture (fah-fah, fah-fah)
Everythin' seems so smooth, so cool
Know I'ma stay real, but I don't know 'bout you
Yeah, I 'on't know 'bout you
If I go M.I.A, just know it's not about you

B- they be flockin' to the left side
And all the birds, they be flockin' to the bread, right
If it don't work first, do it ten times
Before you see that green light, you see that red light

I could text them, yeah, I won't text send
"And I won't love a -", yeah, that's what Tecc' said
Ayy, all these dollar bills, turn 'em to my best friend, ayy
If I send 'em shooters, let 'em know who sent them, yeah
Whoa (yeah), on the real, I really had to be real with ya
Whoa (yeah), on the real, she don't even need no filter

How you get cropped out the picture?
Doin' s- you ain't ever seen, my -
And she be off a bean, no filter
Tell me what I gotta do to get that mixture
Everythin' seems so smooth, so cool
Know I'ma stay real, but I don't know 'bout you
Yeah, I 'on't know 'bout you
If I go M.I.A, just know it's not about you

In my penthouse, I been vibin' on the West side (side)
Always baked, it took a while to get my bread right
You might think she average, but shawty my type (my type)
Her body started looking better 'cause the head right

I know I'm from the Six, but I'm from the West end (West end)
But I can hit your girl and she gon' bring her best friend (let's go)
Tryna stay low-key, my boys be bringin' packs in (oh)
I don't gotta front, they know I get the backend (yeah, whoa) (yeah, yeah)
On the real, I just had to be real with you (yeah, whoa)
I just popped a bean and I'ma speak with no filter (whoa)

You ain't trust my vision, now you cropped out the picture
Paid for all your cases like I did that - with you
I don't got no filter, I'm never comin' to get you (whoa)
If you just kept it real, I would be countin' up with you (kept it real)

I'm a one-man army and I see hate on my radar (oh-oh)
Ready for the smoke, I keep an AK for AR (oh-oh)
Smokin' - all day, I'm kicked up watchin' the playoffs (oh-oh)
'Cause I'm still makin' money when I'm takin' a day off (oh-oh)

How you get cropped out the picture?
Doin' s- you ain't ever seen, my -
And she be off a bean, no filter
Tell me what I gotta do to get that mixture
Everythin' seems so smooth, so cool
Know I'ma stay real, but I don't know 'bout you
Yeah, I 'on't know 'bout you
If I go M.I.A, just know it's not about you

How you get cropped out the picture?
Doin' s- you ain't ever seen, my -
And she be off a bean, no filter
Tell me what I gotta do to get that mixture
Everythin' seems so smooth, so cool
Know I'ma stay real, but I don't know 'bout you
Yeah, I 'on't know 'bout you
If I go M.I.A, just know it's not about you



Credits
Writer(s): Navraj Goraya, Danny Lee Snodgrass Jr., Nicholas Mira, Tyler Justin Sharpe
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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