BOUT IT

[Intro]
B-B-Big Los on the track, boy

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
Bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
Bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
Bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it

[Verse 1]
Screaming suck it when I'm in my bucket (fuck it)
Liquor chugging, blunts full of "fuck it"
Ducking posers rocking Thrasher hoodies
I'm a broke bastard that takes cookies
And I'm lurking, swervin' on medicine
Fuck a DUI, I'm on bath salts
Talking thumpas, knockin' bumpers off of momma' SUV cuz I'm thuggin'
Burner cocked, the block hot
Baghdad Snapchats and crack packs and snap hats
Give me my money, yeah bitch, I need that
Lay on my bath floor until my mind give me feedback
Thuggin', buckin', fuckin' niggas up
Gold teeth match the gold trim on my OE
Fuck you, I'm rowdy and nutty, I'm moody and loony
Beat a bitch up like I'm Dooney
Griselda Blanco ridin, bustin like banko, James Franco on blow
With a fat hoe, clap me a bitch leave a white tee rojo
You know how it go
You know how it go
You know how it go
You know how it go

[Verse 2]
I'm in a mom and pop, one-stop shop
Waving Glocks, getting busy
I'm on my Chris Breezy beating biddies up in your city
It's nothing, I don't give a fuck about a bitch, I'll peddle dope
Skate, fuck hoes and spark loosies up with my .44

[Break: Fat Nick]
Oh my god, who brought this dirty fucking Slim Jim to Miami?
All he wanna do is smoke boof, drink fucking lean
And throw up everywhere, he gives no fuck
(?) right fucking now!

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
'Bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it, bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
Bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
'Bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it, bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
Bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
Bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it

[Verse 3]
Getting loose, sipping hundred proof
Knocking boots with a ugly lil' bitch, she a deuce
But it's nothing, nigga
Man, it's fuck it, nigga, got a problem with it then run it, nigga
Ugly, angry and jaded, faded, bakin', vacant, complacent
Raidin' churches, swervin' in hearses, tossing burners on worthless Kirkland's
Molotovs in a pack 'mon, tear them walls down like reggae
Then Kim K get good yay on my payday, then it's andale
Wave the AK broad day, finger fuck the law
I'm a boss like Rick Ross, but no molly, I'm a jolly nigga
When the liquor hit me I'm a garbage nigga

[Bridge]
Man, what the fuck are y'all talkin' 'bout, man?
Germ, what the fuck you talkin' 'bout?
You really fuckin' 'bout it? Are you really fuckin' 'bout it?
I don't even know no more, man
Quit playin' wit' 'em, Germ, quit fuckin' playin' wit' 'em

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
Bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
Bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
Bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, bitch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it