[Verse 1]
Who would have thought I'd do a trap beat
But I run this shit just like an athlete
Hottest spitter in the Ham in they ask me
Studied the game while doing my thing
Now I'm a the head of my class see
Sophisticated never trashy
Then I pass the beat like Nash see
With a flow that's oh so nasty
Hold the applause and pick up your jaws
Album coming soon don't ask me
Back in the studio with hits like it was Hiroshima
I ain't going to stop until my homies wheeling in a Beemer
Or a Bugatti or a Maybach
Me and Flatline go way back
But I'm reppin AC
If you ain't me or T pussy nigga don't say that
They say I'm mad, Muhfucka I'm pissed
Any beat I get on I shit on I guarantee I'm going to rip this shit
RIP lil homie, man it's just a shame
Feeling like Drizzy Drake right now cause Nothing Was The Same
[Hook]
These niggas know that I'm bout that
They say their flexing I doubt that
They ain't got nothing on me
These women know that I got that
They're trying to find where my spot at
So they can put it on me
Bout That
Niggas know that I'm bout that
Bout that
Yeah they know that I'm Bout That x2