Bout It

[Intro]
(Yxngba)
(Ayy, 3, what's cookin'?)

[Chorus]
They took your guys, you left the streets, nobody slide 'bout it
They took my guys, apparently some niggas died 'bout it
Gisiah died, I miss you, pretty, I still cry 'bout it
I told my dogs, "When we get rich, we gon' coppin' widebodies"

[Verse]
You ain't never walked up out the house and felt that pain, you need some Advil
I feel like karma comin' for me, this shit mad real
Brodie told me every day a battle with hisself, he takin' mad pills (Uh, uh)
I took his hand and said, "I got you, Allah, take the wheel"
Uh, I got this shit on my back
Remember sleepin' in the trap, now we slidin' in black
Won't speak my mind in person, I'd just rather speak it through raps
Got niggas layin' in hearses while I'm coppin' Rollies and plaques, ain't that some shit?
Won't never leave my strap, word to Cap and I won't miss
I went swimmin' with the sharks and adapted, ain't that some shit?
Said he done with Percs and then he relapsed like it ain't shit
She said she done with me and tried to spin back, can't trust a bitch
Remember days when we was little, playin' in the park
And people always used to say that we gon' be stars
They said, "But when y'all make it, don't forget y'all got a heart"
Won't let no nigga take my seat and tear my life apart

[Chorus]
They took your guys, you left the streets, nobody slide 'bout it
They took my guys, apparently some niggas died 'bout it
Gisiah died, I miss you, pretty, I still cry 'bout it
I told my dogs, "When we get rich, we gon' coppin' widebodies"

[Outro]
I told my dogs, "When we get rich, we gon' coppin' widebodies"
I told my dogs, "When we get rich, we gon' coppin' widebodies"
I told my dogs, "When we get ri—" and you keep runnin' away