Bout That

Nigga I'm 'bout that, 'bout that, 'bout that X2

Nigga I'm bout that, show you why I'm 'bout that. No mask, dirty pistols show you why I'm 'bout that.

I'm in the hood all day broken plumbing

Sew a nigga down for anything just to get some money

The homie cousin down from Oklahoma,

Trying to work him a spot. It ain't gone work in his favor if I don't see no paper I'm mad

Frustrated, you can say doing bad

Took a lost, to bounce back, I need a brick and a half

You ain't gon' front me? I'm on your front steps like the mailman, better yet your backdoor

You dead on your back porch

Cooperate or get laid down

Got nine ounces on the table, get 'em right now

It's cutthroat in these projects, young niggas would rob they own uncle

Blame it on the next nigga and kill 'em when they want to

Raised in the jungle, orangutans and Rah-Rah

Twelve-year-olds hold backpacks with Blah-Blahs

You wonder why we act this way?

It's the end of the month, you know that them check come late!

I make everybody feel it when I'm on one

Make 'em feel it when I'm on one

I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I'm on one

Nigga I'm 'bout that ('bout that),

I show you why I'm 'bout that.

No mask, dirty pistols show you why I'm 'bout that.

I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I'm on one

Two 11's turned to a 187 in a second when I'm wilding with the Wesson

Don't believe me? Ask the last dead nigga for a reverend

Smokers up the block, with a lot, of change and shit

Got a dime, need a dub, I need change and shit

Same clothes, three days I never change for shit

Got to code a scheme to snatch a nigga chain then split

Like I catch him off guard trying to floss at the mall

Them some nice shines, nigga, take that off! (man, my grand momma gave me that chain)

Sometimes you got to Re-up to make that back

Got to grind overtime just to pick up that slack

I sold some to the hommie momma, lost a couple customers

Narcs in V-necks fit in just to fuck with us

Identifying hustlers

Now I made small time, small nine, still ain't slop-py

I'm strapped at the swap meet

'Cuz niggas know I (BANG!)

Better use it Mother Fucker or I'mma bust your (BANG!)

Nigga I'll be damned if a Nigga don't eat out here

Slang crack, slang water, slang weed out here

Slang pussy, slang meth, slang E out here

Catch him at the light, right before his cars switch gears

ScHoolboy Q, tell 'em we ain't thinking 'bout no fair warns

([ScHoolboy Q] Ready to rock 'em, bring them choppers, knock him out his Air 1's)

Pistol poppers make them helicopters into AirComm

Yelling out redruM, Murder! Murder!

Get me in that window then I, Serve ya! Serve ya!

Scurve in that 'Burban

Swerving like curse 'em

Fuck that double back, slap it in park

Hop out, blam blam, hop back in before it get dark

In broad daylight Nigga

What's your day like Nigga

I'm surrounded by nighttime hustlers and daylight killers

Daylight skrilla, whenever them chips ain't straight

Make 'em stip like Magic City on a monday!

Rock!!