About You (feat. Abi Flynn)
About you, about you, about you
What is this, about you, about you
(TeeDee you fi-)
What is this, about you, about you, about you?
What is this, about you, about you, about you?
Boy, why did you do me like that?
Boy, why did you do me, do me?
What is this, about you, about you, about you?
What is this, about you, about you, about you?
What is this, about you, about you, about you?
What is this, about you, about you, about you?
Yo, big TeeDee, that's my geeza
Ten man strong up in Ibiza
Your chick wants me and I might beat her
Stage two on my car, no one litre
Hit big moves, I could never go bankrupt
Chicks and feds wants RM handcuff
Come out of jail, next day, I was strapped up
Bring your whole crew, man you still get slapped up
We don't cut shapes in the nightclubs
You can get shot or stabbed, tryna fight us
Put about 20 man to sleep with my right hook
Pump strapped, guns and .9s, if we ride out
We got man on a club song
All of my Gs have shot at least one man
Feds try spin, so the golf got parked off
If you ain't RM, who's gonna love ya?
What is this, about you, about you, about you?
What is this, about you, about you, about you?
Boy, why did you do me like that?
Boy, why did you do me, do me?
What is this, about you, about you, about you?
What is this, about you, about you, about you?
What is this, about you, about you, about you?
What is this, about you, about you, about you?
Shoes on my feet, cost more than a monkey
18K gold grills on my front teeth
Smile like Tom Ford, then the chicks love me
Love a slim waist, 'cah the thighs chunky
Kick the door off, show me the bad tings
Draco slugs, and your vest can't stop this
My right hand shot two man and now he's wanted
Feds try spin, so the gears get dropped quick
12-gauge shotgun, blow your knees off
Line up my target, shoot, then speed off
You can get put in the boot if you're peed off
Cropped out a hundred trees, get feed off
My G's don't sniff yay' in the toilet
None of my guns don't jam 'cah we oil 'em
Touch my G's, I get more than violent
Real G's moving silent
What is this, about you, about you, about you?
What is this, about you, about you, about you?
Boy, why did you do me like that?
Boy, why did you do me, do me, do me?
What is this, about you, about you
(TeeDee you fi-)
What is this, about you, about you, about you?
What is this, about you, about you, about you?
Boy, why did you do me like that?
Boy, why did you do me, do me?
What is this, about you, about you, about you?
What is this, about you, about you, about you?
What is this, about you, about you, about you?
What is this, about you, about you, about you?
Yo, big TeeDee, that's my geeza
Ten man strong up in Ibiza
Your chick wants me and I might beat her
Stage two on my car, no one litre
Hit big moves, I could never go bankrupt
Chicks and feds wants RM handcuff
Come out of jail, next day, I was strapped up
Bring your whole crew, man you still get slapped up
We don't cut shapes in the nightclubs
You can get shot or stabbed, tryna fight us
Put about 20 man to sleep with my right hook
Pump strapped, guns and .9s, if we ride out
We got man on a club song
All of my Gs have shot at least one man
Feds try spin, so the golf got parked off
If you ain't RM, who's gonna love ya?
What is this, about you, about you, about you?
What is this, about you, about you, about you?
Boy, why did you do me like that?
Boy, why did you do me, do me?
What is this, about you, about you, about you?
What is this, about you, about you, about you?
What is this, about you, about you, about you?
What is this, about you, about you, about you?
Shoes on my feet, cost more than a monkey
18K gold grills on my front teeth
Smile like Tom Ford, then the chicks love me
Love a slim waist, 'cah the thighs chunky
Kick the door off, show me the bad tings
Draco slugs, and your vest can't stop this
My right hand shot two man and now he's wanted
Feds try spin, so the gears get dropped quick
12-gauge shotgun, blow your knees off
Line up my target, shoot, then speed off
You can get put in the boot if you're peed off
Cropped out a hundred trees, get feed off
My G's don't sniff yay' in the toilet
None of my guns don't jam 'cah we oil 'em
Touch my G's, I get more than violent
Real G's moving silent
What is this, about you, about you, about you?
What is this, about you, about you, about you?
Boy, why did you do me like that?
Boy, why did you do me, do me, do me?
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Dempsey, Abigail Flynn, Rehmel Mendes
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