What We Bout ft. Bailz & Millie Bandz Lyrics

You don't even understand what we all about

Grinding at the bottom but it's lonely at the top

Sticking to the code watching out for the robbers

It don't really matter add the zeros and the comma's

Counting more money eating benihana's

Downtown swerving got that cookie in my lungs

You're a middle man but we get it by the tons

And my young boys will kill you for a honeybun

Cash in when you're ready my hustle game is so steady

Then I hit with a mix gas mask for the face

If you talking money we chop it up like a deli

Manipulating the girl but don't compare me to Kelly

For you small time dealers on the block I hope you listening

Got the cleanest bricks in the city call it pure Michigan

V8 under the hood fuck what you spinning in

Your baby mama hold me tight every time I put it in

Dirty guns in the trap don't get fried like chicken tenders

But this glock 19 registered like a sex offender

Dog food stuffed in the pussy every time I send her

Bitch I'm from the D don't get smoked over a fender bender

Yeah me and bailz on the money run

Reup up got another one

Ox and we kill for fun

Ike love with the double guns

Make it rain with a honeybun

Yours's truly sincere and tommy bun's

You don't even understand what we all about

Grinding at the bottom but it's lonely at the top

Sticking to the code watching out for the robbers

It don't really matter add the zeros and the comma's

Counting more money eating benihana

Downtown swerving got that cookie in my lungs

You're a middle man but we get it by the tons

And my young boys will kill you for a honeybun

I'm channeling in a different frequency

I'm the one that shot JFK then I woke up from a dream

Is those really keys cooking up with my brother millie bees

Feel like kd after trading teams

Shooting at all non believers

You might have to call a preacher

Chopper ripping like you saw the reaper

My squad full of demons

Sipping tullamore dew

The sky blue like the rims on the coupe

Don't mind my attitude

Picture me roiling cruising the ave boy

Plug called feel like the Detroit eighty eight bad boys

Most of these niggas just lost in the sauce

Diamonds in the cross

I'm feeling like a cartel boss

In a back block conversations with young kings

Even the killers self destruct where their mind leads

Them vacations cost a arm and a leg

And the only thing on my mind is to get to that bread boy

You don't even understand what we all about

Grinding at the bottom but it's lonely at the top

Sticking to the code watching out for the robbers

It don't really matter add the zeros and the comma's

Counting more money eating benihana

Downtown swerving got that cookie in my lungs

You're a middle man but we get it by the tons

And my young boys will kill you for a honeybun