I put Os in the microwave But ye ain't 'bout that Talk a whole brick of today But ye 'bout that there Got a that Muller on my wrist But ye 'bout that there You made me fuck your bitch 'Cause ye ain't bout that
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 ain't that, ye ain't 'bout that there
let the hammer go, I ain't talkin' 'bout astrology For any pussy gotta you owe me an apology Only talkin' bout that trappin' shit, I opened up the door for I coulda stopped at 101, tell me who shit close to that But you know how the saying how I cut the tape make a wish your clientele, say I'm 'bout to make your favorite dish My wrists can't keep my arms close, I'm talkin' Arnold Schwarzenegger Dropped the mixtapes, the game Whoever thought it'd be a nigga? Jumped off the but I landed on my feet It's real in the field, and bought a set of cleats See it in the air nigga, yeah the crib Disneyland Eight shots since I started, guess I've a busy man
I put Os in the microwave But ye ain't 'bout that a whole brick of white today But ye ain't that there Got a Muller on my wrist today But ye 'bout that there You made me fuck your bitch 'Cause 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 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout that there Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't that there
Jumped off the at eleven, bitch I been bout it I'm gang I been solid 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 dead bodies, them zombies And you bout that life, not the combat life Take the cops advice and don't stop at Oh god I it all, night flight On the like flies And I like Mike You on the side Spike Red All this bangin' shit We breakin' 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 about that gangsta shit, goddamn
I put them Os in the But ye ain't 'bout there Talk a whole brick of white But ye ain't that there Got a Muller on my wrist today But ye ain't that there You made me fuck your today 'Cause ye ain't bout that
Ye ain't 'bout that, ye 'bout that there Ye ain't 'bout that, ye 'bout that there Ye ain't 'bout that, ye 'bout that there Ye 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout that there
I'm still winnin', yeah it's like I got some trick dice That pussy so and so I don't hit that twice You heard about Ran off on the plug, Caught him and they up his top like a muglite in the spot, look like a zebra with these damn stripes Hopped out the Porsche fuck The Source I still ain't get them five Find a nigga If you let a know the nigga Yeah, I hear the shit they It ain't like a nigga Nigga I can make a hustle and I can make it On the gram a pic, now that's a mean caption Now what you know that 36 I can it double, hoe They hit you you ballin' They see you when you strugglin' tho
I put Os in the microwave But ye ain't 'bout that Talk a whole of white today But ye ain't that there Got a that Muller on my wrist But ye ain't 'bout that You made me your bitch today 'Cause ye ain't bout there
Ye ain't that, ye ain't 'bout that there Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout that Ye ain't 'bout that, ye 'bout that there Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout there