Bout That Lyrics

I don't know about that shit cause that's the city I put on

I don't know about that dream, I'm talkin' bout

Fuck, I'm talkin' bout

I'm talkin' bout a new city, yeah

Fuck, yeah, I'ma let you grow up

Do the checks, bitch, yeah, it's bad, bitch

Sorry, yeah, it's dead, bitch, yeah, yeah

Huh, in a trap, trap

Sellin' dope, sellin' dope

With a bitch, huh, huh, sellin' coke

Ayy, he in LA

cocaine , huh, bad bitch, huh

Yeah, hold a 50

Yeah, I got another gram, but I got a bag

And I got a bitch, and she wanna jet lag

I be in a G-Wagon, yeah, the G-Class

Got my diamonds A-class, bitch, that's D1

I just threw a touchdown, yeah, I got one

And I got another chopper, hit your damn lung

Two bullets hit them niggas, that's another dead body

If you talkin' bout my niggas, then you know we keep slidin

I don't care about the niggas, yeah, bitch, I'm lit

I don't care about you hoe ass , niggas, yeah, I got shit

Yeah, And I got a lot of pocket

And I got, your shawty

And I got pull up wit my young nigga, with a Forty

He gon' hit your fuckin' dog till he fell down

Fuck around, yeah, young nigga, pull around

Thinking that u lit as shit, them niggas, yeah, they clowns

If you speakin' down outside, my young nigga, we come around

If you talkin' on my dead man, I'ma show you so different

I'ma kill your best friend, fuckin' on your girlfriend

I don't care about them niggas, they ain't never killin' me

I'm a real straight nigga, you ain't never touchin' me

I'ma hop out, nigga, I'ma blick a couple boys

I'ma shoot a couple niggas with a hundred round toys

I got young niggas in the trenches , they ain't ballin' like us

If you ballin' like us, yeah, nigga, we ball out with guns

We gon' ball out with a hundred thousand inside my pocket

I got a Louis backpack, bitch, you know I got a rocket

And I keep it stashed up with my cash up, bitch, yeah, yeah

And I got the racks up, get the pack up, bitch, yeah, yeah

I'ma hop inside this beat , I'ma hop inside that bitch

Pussy till I just fall asleep

I got all this fuckin' money and sip the wock up in my cup

And I know I got too much shit on my mind, like, yo, what's up

Where he at? He up, where he at? He done, done

Hit him in his face, Gone

And if he talkin' on my main nigga

He gon' have to get them hundred packs and hit them niggas down

I might have to smoke , inside that nigga, face dead

I don't give a fuck, pussy nigga, fuck yo' dead

If you speakin' on my gang, nigga, GFK

Fuck with all these hoes, niggas really just gotta say bout me

Fuck with all them bitch niggas, they can't do shit about me

I know I'm that nigga, when I hop out, I got a 50

Thousand Amiri jeans on my bitch, She wanna suck me

I'm fuckin' that bitch in the pussy, yeah, that shit so good

I done fucked that bitch so good, she sucked my dick

I'm like, okay, what's up with that

U tryna get back, little shawty what's up

I'm tryna pull up inside of your crib

Shawty, yeah, hit me up, I'm a real nigga

Yeah