Did Bout That
(Duhvinci, ahahaha)
Go, Li Rye
Keep speakin' on that lane and I'ma walk your ass down
Try to run and I'ma hawk your ass down, bitch
Reppin' on some shit you did on accident
Caught a body and beat the shit, bitch, I'm known for deletin' shit
But you know you ain't built for this
Them niggas 'round you actin' gangster
Bet that switch on that chopper click
Step on you and your mama, bitch
Hold on, jits ain't hit your sister up? What you did 'bout that?
Did you spin 'bout that? Did you kill 'bout that?
Your partner dead, he got hit in his back, he should've tried to run
Back in the day, they say that Corey used to beat your ass for fun
Now you claim you graveyard steppin' just 'cause you got a gun
I'm ridin' 'round with illegal weapons tryna step on somebody son
You lettin' them niggas built your head up, now, bitch, I'm fed up
Say you bangin', well, I'm smokin' on your partner and pourin' red up
Bettеr not let me catch you lackin'
In thesе streets, better keep your head up
And wherever I catch you, bitch, I'm gon' sit you, that's a heads up
Bet that lil' ho that you lovin' look bad as fuck with her legs up
Face down, ass up
I'ma smash the ho
Put dick in the bitch, I might get her pregnant, don't raise the baby
My mama startin' to think I'm crazy, we got more guns than the Navy
Yeah, my mama tried, but I can't lie, it's the streets who raised me
Ever since I been a baby, fell in love with K's, nigga
Every time you disrespect me, you shortenin' your days, nigga
But you gon' think you a real gangster
Right now, you just goin' through a phase, nigga
But I'm really in this shit for real
Man, 'fore I let a nigga take me, I'll go out in a blaze, nigga
Alright?
Ahh
You talk shit when you know you pussy, boy, you makin' me mad
Like a cameraman, I see an opp and all I know is flash
I'm in the shit
It ain't no stoppin' this, but get low when this chopper hit
Roll your partner up inside this 'Wood, could come and rock your shit
Like a convertible, I'll drop your shit
Like a soda, bet I pop your shit
I'll fuck that ho, that is not your bitch
And if I took it, that is not your shit
I'm known for robbin', better watch your wrist
Go, Li Rye
Keep speakin' on that lane and I'ma walk your ass down
Try to run and I'ma hawk your ass down, bitch
Reppin' on some shit you did on accident
Caught a body and beat the shit, bitch, I'm known for deletin' shit
But you know you ain't built for this
Them niggas 'round you actin' gangster
Bet that switch on that chopper click
Step on you and your mama, bitch
Hold on, jits ain't hit your sister up? What you did 'bout that?
Did you spin 'bout that? Did you kill 'bout that?
Your partner dead, he got hit in his back, he should've tried to run
Back in the day, they say that Corey used to beat your ass for fun
Now you claim you graveyard steppin' just 'cause you got a gun
I'm ridin' 'round with illegal weapons tryna step on somebody son
You lettin' them niggas built your head up, now, bitch, I'm fed up
Say you bangin', well, I'm smokin' on your partner and pourin' red up
Bettеr not let me catch you lackin'
In thesе streets, better keep your head up
And wherever I catch you, bitch, I'm gon' sit you, that's a heads up
Bet that lil' ho that you lovin' look bad as fuck with her legs up
Face down, ass up
I'ma smash the ho
Put dick in the bitch, I might get her pregnant, don't raise the baby
My mama startin' to think I'm crazy, we got more guns than the Navy
Yeah, my mama tried, but I can't lie, it's the streets who raised me
Ever since I been a baby, fell in love with K's, nigga
Every time you disrespect me, you shortenin' your days, nigga
But you gon' think you a real gangster
Right now, you just goin' through a phase, nigga
But I'm really in this shit for real
Man, 'fore I let a nigga take me, I'll go out in a blaze, nigga
Alright?
Ahh
You talk shit when you know you pussy, boy, you makin' me mad
Like a cameraman, I see an opp and all I know is flash
I'm in the shit
It ain't no stoppin' this, but get low when this chopper hit
Roll your partner up inside this 'Wood, could come and rock your shit
Like a convertible, I'll drop your shit
Like a soda, bet I pop your shit
I'll fuck that ho, that is not your bitch
And if I took it, that is not your shit
I'm known for robbin', better watch your wrist
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Writer(s): Roderick Henderson, Nathan Alemu
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