BOUT IT

[Intro]
Down south, Florida nigga
Down south, Florida nigga, yeah, fuck these niggas they ain't about it
Bloody nigga-
Down south, Florida nigga
Down south, Florida nigga, yeah, fuck these niggas they ain't about it
Bloody nigga-
Down south, Florida nigga
Down south, Florida nigga, yeah, fuck these niggas they ain't about it
Bloody nigga, yeah we pull up with [?]
[?] young nigga, yeah we 'bout it, young niggas
Yeah, a mouth full of gold

[Verse]
Yeah I'm 'bout it bout it
I put the quick scam, nigga and I wasn't thinkin' 'bout it
And I ain't really give a damn, 'cuz I wasn't proud of it
And it's been goin' for the half so that it's discounted
Trace it all way back to '89, you know I probably got it
Really gotta detail the rims, fully on my [?]
I drop the top right at the light, them bitches starin' sharp
60 put a great wall in my mouth just like a landmark (Bitch!)
I'm in traffic, don't give a fuck about them niggas man
I know they mad, these 30 inches spin like ceiling fans
Banana clip, stuffin' the bag just like Bananagrams
I'm a 2015 graduate with a whole system plan
Went to Gucci, blew it, 'cause we had it, it wasn't really planned
Smokin' in the sand on South Beach, playin' with them bands
She can't ghost the beast, I seen more horror than Hereditary
Wasn't in the streets, I seen the way out like a visionary
Gotta get off mine, get collections, beneficiary
These niggas know, in these times it be really scary
I been tryin' to cut down on that cow, and get really dairy
Let me see your gold shine right now, more like alpha male
And where we at, his neck got clothes-lined like a Nike check
Flyin' down south in a hard-top, jolly ranch
Internet, I be on my phone, but I'm not into that
When it's crack lightning out the jaw, don't need no cigarette
Keep the music underground, just like Tony Hawk
Ruth Chris, I'm eatin' steak, look just like a tomahawk
Donut a straight eight, it did a somersault
Krispy Kreme glaze on the whip, look like a waterfall
These niggas know it's over
Might pull up in that Rover
1990 the skova
Fuck niggas soft like sofas
They didn't wan' believe us
Hangin' round with my people
Striped up just like a zebra
Stay up, Evel Knievel

[Outro]
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They be at your neck (Yup, yup)
They be at your neck
They be at your neck
Oh, nigga, yeah
Nigga, yeah