Rossa Skywalka - Reloaded

Start Something

I'm bout to start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit
Aye don't make me start some shit
Don't make me start some shit
Don't make me start some shit
Don't make me start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit

I'm bout to start some shit
I just might dog the bitch
Just met a baddie I got her number and I didn't call the bitch
Plug hit my line he got the loads he say we all getting rich
Just made a play he want a bag he buying all of it
We in the No we got it jumping like it's a frog and shit
Came out the trenches played in that mud like imma hog and shit
Say they want smoke but I do not see em like they some fog and shit
We having motion we really walking niggaz just crawl and shit

I'm bout to start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit
Aye don't make me start some shit
Don't make me start some shit
Don't make me start some shit
Don't make me start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit

Nigga want smoke he get chopped like a deli
Over the stove Imma whip it like Betty
Imma go hard for them racks I need fetti
Take me trip I got bows in the Chevy
Look at the stones in my chain they baguetties
I bet that bitch suck on me like spaghetti
Niggaz ain't right so I keep me a weapon
Smoking on xotti and geeking on eddies
Used to sell dimes and nicks
Now I want pounds and bricks
I got some Cali it's on the scale serving 3.5's and splits
Serve you that raw mother fuck the law mother fuck the government
It's ready to go fresh off the stove where is my oven mitts
I'm going up pockets they stuffed watch how I blow the shit
Bitches be jocking bitch I be popping bet they gone notice it
They know how I'm rocking watch how they copy see how I show em shit
I beat it like Rocky I make her come top me and then I don't know the bitch
Xotti I burn up I make em turn up that's how you know we lit
Came from the bottom popping these bottles that's how you know we rich
I'm fucking her friend I'm fucking her to that's how you know I'm slick
I know they gone flip if they find out and it's gone start some shit

I'm bout to start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit
Aye don't make me start some shit
Don't make me start some shit
Don't make me start some shit
Don't make me start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit
I'm bout to start some shit

Credits
Writer(s): Reginald Hardemon
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