I put them Os in the But ye ain't 'bout there Talk a whole brick of white But ye 'bout that there Got a that Muller on my wrist But ye ain't that there You made me fuck bitch today 'Cause ye ain't bout there
Ye ain't that, ye ain't 'bout that there Ye ain't 'bout that, ye 'bout that there Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout there Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout there
let the hammer go, I ain't talkin' 'bout astrology For any pussy gotta you owe me an apology Only bout that trappin' shit, I opened up the door for that I coulda stopped at 101, tell me who shit comin' to that But you know how the goes how I cut the tape make a wish Call clientele, say I'm 'bout to make your favorite dish My wrists can't keep my close, yeah I'm talkin' Arnold Schwarzenegger Dropped the mixtapes, changed the thought it'd be a Georgia nigga? Jumped off the porch but I landed on my It's in the field, went and bought a set of cleats See it in the air nigga, the crib like Disneyland Eight shots since I started, guess been a busy man
I put Os in the microwave But ye ain't 'bout there Talk a whole of white today But ye ain't 'bout that Got a that Muller on my wrist But ye ain't 'bout there You made me fuck your bitch 'Cause ye ain't that there
Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't that there Ye ain't that, ye ain't 'bout that there Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't that there Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't that there
Jumped off the porch at eleven, bitch I bout it I'm gang gang I been Go Bin on anybody Talkin' all that shit and we have to talk to you in private What you in, we gon' spin around it Leave bodies, fuck them zombies And you ain't bout that life, not the life Take the cops and don't stop at lights Oh god I want it all, night On the wall like And I like Mike You on the side Spike Red All bout this shit We down cocaine and shit You better not be explainin' She say she that freaky shit She love me if I her shit We movin' slow and thinkin' You ain't about that shit, goddamn
I put Os in the microwave But ye 'bout that there Talk a whole of white today But ye ain't that there Got a that on my wrist today But ye ain't 'bout there You made me fuck bitch today ye ain't bout that there
Ye ain't 'bout that, ye 'bout that there Ye 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout that there Ye ain't that, ye ain't 'bout that there Ye 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout that there
Bitch I'm still winnin', it's like I got some trick dice That pussy so and so I don't hit bitch twice You heard about Ran off on the plug, Caught him and they up his top like a muglite Posted in the spot, look like a zebra with these damn Hopped out the like fuck The Source I still ain't get them mics a nigga better If you let a nigga the nigga Yeah, I hear the shit they It like a nigga slippin' Nigga I can make a hustle and I can it rappin' On the gram with a pic, now that's a caption Now you know about that 36 I can it double, hoe They hit you you ballin' don't see you when you strugglin' tho
I put Os in the microwave But ye ain't 'bout there Talk a brick of white today But ye ain't that there Got a that on my wrist today But ye ain't 'bout that You me fuck your bitch today 'Cause ye ain't bout there
Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout there Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout that Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout that Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout there