Really Bout

[Verse 1]
Who y'all niggas? I don't know, ian see y'all
Slide Music, slide the doors and ian see y'all
Hol’ bitch you tippin' where y'all niggas at
All black fit walkin’ outside got a stick to match
Drag a bitch outta my house, you can find her where them extensions at
Big Plug nigga hit the work off like a tennis rack
Nigga fuck politics my grandmother a democrat
Muzzle flash to his face, nigga this ain't a photograph
Nigga fuck school all I use to use is PhotoMath
Nigga wrote a statement then the next day we gon' smoke his ass
I'm foulin’ the plug, tackle shit don't need a shoulder pad
I heard cuz was hot lil nigga need to roll in grass (bah)
Where his face at lil nigga gave him two bucks
Niggas sweet as shit, bet his heart pumping fruit punch
Swear to god I was in jail, this me nigga, who lunch?
Catch a nigga at the light, stick in my hand, do something
It ain't pressure nigga
Bet I put the stick down me and Kaydoo still reckin’ nigga
Hit a nigga in his shit break his jaw like a record nigga
Call my shooters in designer they might shoot you in a Tesla nigga
Use the strong arm on the plug I got the stick ian a wrestler nigga
Think imma rapper? Imma show you what i'm really bout (huh?)
This a true story just hear me out! (Brrr)
Me and Kaydoo one time ran into his sister house
Can't tell you everything, some parts, so imma pick it out
So many words we pulled a move to get some firearms
Tryna get P’s delivered to us like its Papa John’s
The chopper singing was inside it sound like Chaka Khan
Free all my niggas in the cell they couldn’t get a bond
Feds tryna find a stick nobody post’ to be here
Cold felony charge they could’ve gave me 23 years
Michael Jackson with the chop you call me I will be there
Run up on the plug with the Drake I told him Take Care
Backdoor the plug, nigga money over everything
My soldier get to steppin’ on niggas like I'm Major Payne
Eleven in the clip niggas think i'm seeing Stranger Things
Niggas wanna clout chase i'm gon’ shoot you ian gon’ take your chain
Fucking his bitch she just asked me to buy 4 locks
You talking bout a stick stop holding your bro Glock
300 in the clip they thinking i'm from O Block
I'm hitting on his bitch while i'm watching soap operas
Fuck a handgun I hop out shooting both choppers
My migo plug ask me do I want a Horchata
I fuck his mother now he thinking i'm the step-father
These niggas running from the bullets make your death harder (brrr)

[outro]:
Imma show you what i'm really bout, imma show you what i'm really bout get wimme nigga, brrr, what i'm really bout, imma crash out again nigga, I'm the most humble nigga in the world nigga but dont get shit fucked up but dont take kindness for weakness nigga, hey