Wha Das Bout Lyrics

(Bitch)

Told that nigga watch his mouth, you know wha das bout

Youngin' nigga from the North, with killas in the South

I beat my plug ass cause he said "it was a drought"

Like fuck you mean nigga? Imma need that shit right now

Drip her Celine nigga, and I'm finna buss her down

When it be beef nigga, you can't step foot in the town

When you hear that choppa sound, yea bitch, we gon walk em down

Tell that nigga watch his mouth before we shut em down

And I ain't sorry nigga, lace yo bitch with molly nigga

She tryna party nigga, she gon shake that body nigga

Aye, it ain't no sorry nigga, leave you red like rarri's nigga

Yuh, and this a Maserati, but it got that Gatti figure

Huh, damn, I think she super mad, because I copped a louder pistol

Tuh, he think his bitch wan' fuck with me, cause she asked for a picture

Needa' put yo bitch right on a leash

Drac sweep em off his feet, and now he needa' cop new sneaks

And ion really like that talkin' shit, I'm really on that sparkin' shit

And ion really like to fight, I up the pipe and then dog walk yo bitch

Don't text me like you on that shit

Lil bitch you better show that shit

And if I cop a new pole, then I gotta go blow that bitch

And I don't fuck with new bro's beause these niggas always switch

And ion fuck with new hoes, because these hoes they always snitch