Bout a dolla Lyrics

Free the guys, Rip the guys, we outside, come on

I heard you don't tell a nigga shit cause they ain't gossip

I just made a bag in broke it down on sum Prada

East warren & neff when we was riding in Apollo as

I ain't fuckin' with the Sprite so I'ma drop it in ohnano

This butterfly was the worst, I like the color in my bottle

You don't tell a nigga shit cause them niggas dead as slime

That's why you lock that back door and watch the niggas that's behind

And you don't hang with everybody cause everybody ain't silent

If you ain't got no rank you can't hop up in this whip

Kinda fast with my fingers so I don't never need no slip

When I'm deep up and I'm back so I don't need no bitch

And I'm so like Craig Pops cause I always step on shit

These niggas ain't never touched no bread since the stimulus

They say I hear heaven, man y'all niggas just ridiculous

They can touch before I spit and that's why I'm sayin' that I'm different

That's why I say that I'm the T, I'm married and I'm head to toe

When I pop I'll get you serious, they know I'm tied in

But I be bleedin' like a period, bruh just put up in the tissue

Man you can't fast me for real, I don't lie up in my raps

What I say bitch I'm livin, makes me payin' on the app

Boy I'm really gettin' my dividends

If money was a opp I ain't gon' lie bitch I'm killin' it

How long you wanna tell me this shit

This damn concept, I just met it back and broke it down

Don't surprise the whole bitch, more than this one

We was slidin' in a pod, I ain't really like the spice

So we gon' drop it in a Honda

His profile, what's the worst? I like the colors in my body

And I D.O. every set and he comin' full thot

I press mute, boy you dope, Glocky's fit up like a model

Ain't never give a fuck, press me, it's a problem

Boy I prefer fuzz, bitch I'm always bout a dollar

I been runnin' up that chick, I just see me

Ain't no competition, I don't speak on what I be

That shit confidential, niggas wanna fight

I don't know if they can dodge a pistol

I ain't never been a fake, boy I always been a fish

If it's beef, I'ma walk down, come and get you

Balenciaga's kinda ugly, two paws and the shoes say true

If I was slob, I'ma still have a chick

If I ain't even had no Glock, I'ma still had a ver

If I ain't had no dick, I'ma still have some sex

How long you wanna tell me this shit

This damn concept, I just met it back and broke it down

Don't surprise the whole bitch, more than this one

We was slidin' in a pod, I ain't really like the spice

So we gon' drop it in a Honda

Birthed up in the works, I like colors in my bottles

I like colors in my bottles