Bout It

[Verse 1: Grizz]

Midwest nigga, ride clean when I'm coming through you know I got to cruise
Young nigga, with a dollar and a dream make a dream come true
Like how I'm whippin' the Chevy, all of my crew yeah the ready
Fuck all beefin' its petty, I rather stack it so heavy
I rather stack so heavy but dog that's just me
Everybody ain't like me and I really start to get that now
Heard you had the club going up, na I heard you got shut down
All my fam here right toast to that, Bombay, James Row we can smoke to that
I'ma get man can't shit to back
24 in two years I'ma Kobe that (like what)

[Verse 2: Kent]

Cause all we do is party on the weekday
We only care what them freaks say
Goin' head tell the DJ, to put this shit on replay
And it's our year, count it up and it's all there
Ballin' like a ball player, yeah like a ball player (yeah, yeah)
Dizzle in the cut, Jam rollin' up
We too turnt up, yeah we too turnt up (yeah)
What you need we got that in between
Rollin' gas and we sippin' on that lean

[Chorus: Kent & Greg Owens]

Anything you want, I got it (yeah I got it)
Anything you need, I got it (yeah I got it)
Anything you want, anything you (yeah)
If you got to ask, I'm bout it (yeah I'm bout it)

[Verse 3: Zae]

Making moves like Mike Jagger, check the padding I'm all swagger
Yeah star player, I'm all she need, Aaron Rodgers I'm throwing deep
Hail mary baby come with me, yeah come with me I'll let you ride it
Beat it up girl domestic violence, fly boy low key I'm a pilot
It's hard to feel pressure when nothing is better
No L's on my record I'm Money Mayweather
They all getting desperate the Hotline Bling
They call it reject it, don't leave me a message
My ex's keep checking, the chicks I'm collecting
They knew they blew it, I said they regret it
All on my own you got respect it
The city connected, we T'd up and reckless

[Verse 4: Greg Owens]

Now put your hands up in the air if you wanna have a good time
Don't wanna deal with no bull shit, you'll turn around and get left behind
Everybody looking a leader, so who is better than I
Tell the DJ to play my song, guarantee everybody hands to the sky (yeah)
Why you hating, I'm just blessed, while I'm here I must confess
That I'm trying to become the best, until I'm done and I'm laid to rest
I got this G is right on my chest, stands for great and nothing less
Trying to shoot me down like Malcolm X
But I'm still here, so watch me flex (boy)

[Chorus]