Bout It Lyrics

Feeling kinda stupid

I might jet ski

I'll do it at night

Minus 3 degrees

It's white boy winter

It's been that since forever

I might ski in aspen

Buy weed out in Denver

Caviar in France

Eat sushi in Japan

While you work a 9-5

Im flying places, popping xans

Might go to southie

And get myself a thottie

Roll through the projects

In my brand new Bugatti

I might go to cheers

Just to start a fight

If everybody knows your name

Then Niggy is a scary sight

I was born silver spoon

My money never fumbled

I never get in trouble

The D. A. IS MY UNCLE

My lawyer is my father

And shout out to my doctor

I spit on someone's face

If they mention red lobster

Stink like McDonald's

You smell like poor people

You can call it Gangsta privalege

I just think I'm more equal

Damn son...

Everybody in my crew is

Bout it bout it

All my niggaz know I'm

Bout it bout it