[Intro]
YungCrypGotHitz
[Chorus: Lil Chris]
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that ('Bout that)
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that ('Bout that)
Talkin' like you shootin' shit up, yeah, I doubt that
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that ('Bout that)
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that (You ain't 'bout that)
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that ('Bout that)
Talkin' like you a trap star, yeah, I doubt that
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that ('Bout that)
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that ('Bout that)
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that ('Bout that)
I'll send them killers in them bushes, where your house at
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that (You ain't 'bout that)
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that ('Bout that)
Boom, boom, boom, b-b-b-boom
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that
[Verse 1: Lil Chris & Bo Deal]
Nigga, you ain't 'bout that beef, ho (That beef, ho)
Nigga, you ain't raised like Rico (Like Rico)
Niggas act foul, we gon' put 'em back in line
Then shoot his ass up like a free throw
Pull up on your block with the Draco (Glah)
Paint a nigga up like it's a makeover (Makeover)
Headshot a nigga close-range (Yeah)
Brains on the ground like Prego (Boom)
You know I fuck with the Migos (Migos)
I'm just tryna get some pesos (Racks)
Turn a fuck boy 'to a bagel (How?)
We gon' put a hole in your face, ho (Boom)
I'm from Chiraq, where it ain't safe, ho
Money and the drugs in the motherfuckin' safe, ho (Uh-huh)
Popped two pills, now I'm geeked up (Yeah)
Walkin' 'round this bitch like Fabo
[Verse 2: Bo Deal]
Look, nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that (Nah)
Pussy, I'll [?] where your house at (Yeah)
Send a dumb-dumb your scalp at (Facts)
I'm bringin' beef like Outback (Hoo)
Niggas be talkin', but runnin' and hidin'
They layin' low when them niggas is slidin'
I come around and them bitches is quiet
They don't want none of this heat I'm providin' (Nah)
Slide through your hood with the MAC out (Skrrt)
Try to run, blow a nigga back out (Skrrt)
Hit him in the head, watch him blackout (Brrat)
Came with the rock like SmackDown! (Brrat)
Everybody with me gon' clap rounds (True)
Walk in the club, no patdown (Facts)
Everybody know I clap clowns (Boom)
Facts, no rumors, better ask 'round (Sweeper)
[Chorus: Lil Chris & FBG Duck]
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that ('Bout that)
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that ('Bout that)
Talkin' like you shootin' shit up, yeah, I doubt that
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that ('Bout that)
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that (You ain't 'bout that)
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that ('Bout that)
Talkin' like you a trap star, yeah, I doubt that
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that ('Bout that)
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that ('Bout that)
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that ('Bout that)
I'll send them killers in them bushes, where your house at
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that (You ain't 'bout that)
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that ('Bout that)
Boom, boom, boom, b-b-b-boom (FBG, bitch, gang-gang)
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that
[Verse 3: FBG Duck & Rico Recklezz]
Boy, we know you won't murk nothin' (Bitch)
Your shooters won't T-shirt nothin' (Pussy)
Boy, you hang with a bunch of nice-ass niggas we know that won't hurt nothin' (Nice-ass)
Can't go like shit sweet (Never), gotta keep a gun on me, Beretta
Word around town niggas sayin' what they gon' do to me, whatever
Shooter creep outside a nigga crib late night, "Shh, shh, there he go"
Pop out the cut like, "Pussy, what's that shit you was talkin' a day ago?"
Man, free my shorty Wooski, I was mad when he got bumped (Free Woo Woo)
Ayy, rap niggas talk that shit until they tied up in the back of a trunk (Money)
(Uh, Recklezz, uh, rrr, Recklezz)
[Verse 4: Rico Recklezz]
Nigga, we know you ain't 'bout that (At all)
GPS Gang, nigga, where your house at? (Where he at?)
Kick your door in, nigga, where the couch at? (I need that)
Put this .45 where your scalp at (Boom-boom, boom-boom)
Niggas rats, nigga, set the mousetrap (Suckers)
They gon' kill me — I highly doubt that (Sucker)
Real nigga, take a L, then he bounced back (What?)
Hit your block, turn into a racetrack (Boom-boom, boom-boom)
Niggas front their shit, I just state facts (Bitch)
[?] how I stay strapped (Bitch)
He like, "Damn, boy, how you carry that?" (I'm strapped)
Told his ass, "Bitch, I ain't goin' back" (At all)
Balmain jogger suit with the boots to match (I'm fly)
Recklezz Renegade, my shorties shoot for that (Recklezz)
[?] bringin' Larry Hoover back (Recklezz, Recklezz, Recklezz, Recklezz, Recklezz, bitch)
All these razor blades, Freddy Krueger with the crack, Recklezz
[Chorus: Lil Chris]
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that ('Bout that)
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that ('Bout that)
Talkin' like you shootin' shit up, yeah, I doubt that
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that ('Bout that)
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that (You ain't 'bout that)
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that ('Bout that)
Talkin' like you a trap star, yeah, I doubt that
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that ('Bout that)
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that ('Bout that)
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that ('Bout that)
I'll send them killers in them bushes, where your house at
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that (You ain't 'bout that)
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that ('Bout that)
Boom, boom, boom, b-b-b-boom
Nigga, we know that you ain't 'bout that
Bout Dat was written by YungCrypGotHitz & Lil Chris & Bo Deal & FBG Duck & Rico Recklezz.
Bout Dat was produced by YungCrypGotHitz.