Bout It

[Intro]
Gotta play Onlybino! a time man, this nigga's the fucking greatest
Everybody like "Who is this?," haha
Period nigga, that nigga colder than a bitch
We're at my hood, he pull it up you know
You know, ten now goddammit lemme pull it up on them
Gotta do him, where we at with it (Kat Lightning on the beat)

[Chorus]
I know you not 'bout it ('Bout it), 'bout it
Your ho she's tryna fuck but a ho got mileage, mileage
Drip too hard bitch, I don't need no damn stylist (Whose stylist?)
Bands coming in, and I ain't even go to no college
I'm in a drop top whip with a chop in my lap
Nigga swear to God, please don't try me

[Verse 1]
Walk with a Draco (Brrah), ass hoes say I'm a A-hole (Uh)
Made a bitch look at my payroll, uh, now lil' ho do what I say so (Uh)
Nigga try the gang, let the thang blow (Slatt), rich nigga go where he can't go, uh
Rich nigga do what you can't do, uh, getting top from your bitch, we in Cancún (What?)
Too much drip to my ankles, huh, watch a nigga flop like a sandal, uh
And your ho ride dick, no handles, uh, 'cause she see a nigga lit, no candle
I'm way too hot to handle, I scare these lil niggas, Randal (Whoa)
Stocking my pay in the Fendi, why you capping like you not a fan dude?

[Chorus]
I know you not 'bout it ('Bout it), 'bout it
Your ho she's tryna fuck but a ho got mileage (Got mileage), mileage
Drip too hard bitch, I don't need no damn stylist (Whose stylist?)
Bands coming in, and I ain't even go to no college
I'm in a drop top whip with a chop in my lap
Nigga swear to God, please don't try me
I know you not 'bout it, bout it ('Bout it, 'bout it, bout it)
Your ho she's tryna fuck but a ho got mileage, mileage (My-my-my)
Drip too hard bitch, I don't need no damn stylist (Whose stylist?)
Bands coming in, and I ain't even go to no college (Go to no college)
I'm in a drop top whip with a chop in my lap (Whoa-oh-oh)
Nigga swear to God, please don't try me

[Verse 2]
These niggas really do anything for the clout, dance around with some dick in they mouth (Clout)
Know I can't fuck with that shit, I still do all my shit (Slatt), and my pockets (Blatt) are not in a drought (Slatt)
Oh hell no I can't go, can't go (Go, go, go)
Do me to that halo, halo
Even with the same clothes, same clothes
Go get up your pesos, pesos (Pah-pah-pah)
You want some beef if I made it out, we in Rodeo with big amounts (Slatt)
Pockets so fat I could build a house (Bah), many lil' niggas rats and they Minnie Mouse
Riding 'round with my bitch, got her titties out (Ayy-ayy-ayy), call up "Please beat the kitty up"
Know I'm living lovely I could never frown, we just told my momma I can't let her down

[Chorus]
I know you not 'bout it, 'bout it (No, no, no)
Your ho she tryna fuck but a ho got mileage (Got mileage), mileage (My-my-my)
Drip too hard bitch, I don't need no damn stylist (Whose stylist?)
Bands coming in, and I ain't even go to no college
I'm in a drop top whip with a chop in my lap (Whip, whip, whip)
Nigga swear to God, please don't try me

[Outro]
Hahaha
They like "What song is this?"
Hahahaha, that shit's funny as fuck
Y'all niggas gon' know soon bruh
Y'all niggas gon' know
Ayy man, y'all niggas gon' know