About You Lyrics

Peace, love, and sanity, all I ask for

In middle school, I'm creepin' right through your back door

I'm wildin

Massages, baby oil for when your back's sore

Netflix and fuckin' breakin' your backboard

I'm just findin' my way

Young nigga from the block

Probably robbin' your safe

Probably run up in your spot, put a Glock in your face

Now I'm drivin' up the street

Niggas rockin' my tape

It's the flavor, too

I'm like, fuck it' nigga, we made it too

Set the mic on fire, they have to spray the booth

Nigga, raps don't lie, cause I just say the truth

Told moms don't move, cause I'ma raise the roof

We buildin

So healin

Millions

Go get it

Realness

I feel it

Pheezy

The game need me

Hoes, they gon' feed me

Chosen so easy

Niggas act blind to the fact that they gon' see me

Niggas try and gamble them racks, I call Teezy

Baby, like it nice and slow, like Ball Greasy

She know if she want it, she call Pheezy

So tell me what you tryna say

I remember some years ago, you wouldn't give me the time of day(Remember That?)

Now a nigga be busy and it's hard givin' my time away

But you got it if you need it, cause I really feel some kinda way

About you

Look

I try to tell you it's the nigga that you fuckin' with

All that talkin, but this game had you fuckin' quick

He was puttin' out your flame, now you fuckin' lit

Seen me on your Instagram, now he fuckin' sick

Nigga, this my fuckin' bitch

I do it live

Niggas try and play me, so I keep them feelings inside

Bitches try and play me, so I take them feelings in stride

Niggas know I'm humble, so they try and take me alive

I think they ready to die, for real

Niggas hate it when you bein' yourself

Niggas love it when you bein' yourself

That's the problem

Probably is the reason

I walk around with revolver

Probably is the reason I text and never call her

We is not the same, I never sent her a dollar

Instead

I was fuckin' her brain

I'm the type to get you chipped for a buck and some change

We the realest in the city, ain't no fuckin' exchange

So baby, tell me what you try and say

I remember some years ago, you wouldn't give me the time of day

Now a nigga be busy and it's hard givin' my time away

But you got it if you need it, cause I really feel some kinda way

About You