’Bout Shit

Lyrics

[Intro] Aye Y.S.N., Young Street Nigga Out West, 290 shit, nigga You know how I'm rockin', nigga Lud Foe Boochie Gang, bitch Get yo' guns up, get yo' funds up You on that opp shit, get mop stick, hoe Straight gang shit, nigga You know how we rockin', nigga Aye, aye, aye [Verse] I don't give a fuck about shit Mouth slick, Slick Rick You was in the house But I was on some trap house shit I fuck hoes, talk shit Niggas ain't 'bout shit This a Gucci shirt I used to rock that Hugo Boss shit We send shots, you catch bullets on yo' Randy Moss shit And sometimes I lose my mind But I never lost shit Red bone, super thick Fuck me for a outfit We do home invasions, fuck around and get ya house hit I'm riding big rims, think I'm on some down south shit Bitch, I'm getting money, I'm just on some young boss shit If you cross the line, I'll get you knocked off quick You not a killer, boy, you lying, you ain't knocked off shit Drugs in my pores, Molly water drippin' off me You talking shit, 30 bullet holes in ya outfit These hoes like paparazzi, I can't get these bitches off me I wake up early and start drinking Henny like its coffee You ain't talking 'bout no money, well, that's where you lost me I fuck these hoes for free, that shit ain't gon' never cost me Do a drill, mask on, you won't even notice me My jewelry colder than a polar, my jeweler done froze me It's a sight to see, that's why these bitches gon' hoe for me My shorties shoot for free They might end up kickin' yo' door for me I keep my pole with me just in case you thinkin' 'bout pokin' me Got junkies knockin' on my door, tryna cop some blow from me What I'mma fight for? What you wanna lose your life for? I long pipe her but I can never ever wife her As a young nigga they never really understand us So I pick the gun up, fucked around and got my stripes up She wanna fuck with me, she heard that I can turn her life up I got some rap money, I fucked around and got my pipes up I hit the club with my shades on, why 'Cause I'm high as hell I don't rock no fuckin' Bourne fly but I'm fly as hell Say he gettin' money but he not, he's a lie and tell If I go to jail, I won't tell bitch I make bail All we know is W's, 'cause, nigga, we don't take L's Bro go post up by the train station, rob niggas by the L If robbin' me was yo' mission, then you gon' fuck around and fail Got homies in the jail and for me I know they proud as hell Boy these bullets hot, hit yo' top and fuck around and melt I keep that 40 on me, and it's tucked in my designer belt Bitch keep on callin', she stalking me She can't help herself, I ain't gotta touch a bitch I make a hoe caress herself Get a shoebox, fill it with knots Sit on the shelf, four leaf clover for that green, I'm a fucking elf I remember back when we was down, ain't nobody help You get fucked up, yo' bitch lips like some vice grips I get sucked up Like crime mob, if you knuck you get buck, buck You get gift wrapped, kidnapped, you get trunk, trunk You mug off them drugs, you got fuck around And I get punched drunk, I ain't finish school Hell yeah I was a young flunk, quick to get a gun But I still want no young pump I was grindin', nigga, I couldn't wait till my time come Yo' bitch give me dome, she couldn't wait till a nigga cum Drinkin' Henny to the dome, I don't want no red rum If you run up on me wrong, nigga, I'mma kill some We steal cars, to do drive-by's let's go peel some These bullets come with pain, I don't think you wanna feel none Been doin' this rap shit since a shorty and it's still fun I hope you got your gun if don't then you better run I got a lot to say, your main bitch be blowin' me This MAC what I spray, coolin' kit so it won't overheat You not a street nigga, so stay yo' ass out the street Bitch, I got bread on both sides, like some lunch meat Bitch, we hurricane, go Ay Bay Bay with 223's I told her fuck my chain, she was dreamin' about fuckin' me I caught a money disease infected with blue cheese Niggas funny to me, put on fronts for TV I grew up around robbers I grew up around thieves I grew up around killers Grew up around OG's They was all real niggas and they well taught me White chalk cross that nigga out if he cross me You wanna rap beef, you must not wanna eat You ain't gettin' no money, cause you way too busy watching me If you wanna come around here, we knock you off your property They say life is a gamble, it feel like Monopoly You tryna compete, he lost the ball, he thought he was rockin' me These hoes used to diss me now they sending me apologies I been doin' this shit for years, nigga, I'm a prodigy I'm sellin' Twitter D, so all the dope fiends follow me Niggas hate on me, but me, I never let it bother me Shout out to my momma dukes 'Cause she the one that fathered me Shout out to my real niggas, never turned they back on me So when you see me, got the same niggas in the back of me