We Bout

[Intro: Lotto Savage]
(Cook up, Mook)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, nigga, strip your ass in the apartment, nigga, what you know 'bout that, nigga?
We taking shit, you ain't gettin' shit back, nigga
Let's go

[Chorus: Lotto Savage]
Ran off on the plug (Huh, ran off)
He can't get shit back (No, no, no, no, like what?)
Draco with a drum (Right)
And that bitch got some kick back (I swear, goddamn)
Everybody thuggin' (Everybody)
If we want it, come back it (Come get it, blatt)
Thirteen years old (He thirteen)
Walked up on, pushed his shit back (Baow, for real)
Whatever you 'bout, we 'bout it (Whatever you 'bout)
Whatever you 'bout, we 'bout it (Whatever you 'bout)
Whatever you 'bout, we 'bout it (Whatever you 'bout, lil' nigga)
Whatever you 'bout, my nigga, we 'bout it (Whatever you 'bout)
Whatever you 'bout, we 'bout it (Whatever you 'bout)
Whatever you 'bout, we 'bout it (Whatever you 'bout)
Whatever you 'bout, we 'bout it (Whatever you 'bout, lil' nigga)
Whatever you 'bout, my nigga, we 'bout it (Whatever you 'bout)

[Verse 1: Lotto Savage]
FN, blue chip (FN)
Draco came with a thirty round (Draco)
One deep, hop out (One deep)
Pull up, jump out and gun him down (Skrrt, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Whatever you 'bout, we 'bout it (Whatever you 'bout)
I don't think a nigga really want smoke (We want, damn)
Don't fuck with twelve, so we don't eat pork (I don't)
The AR-15 came with a beam and a scope (Damn, AR-15)
Everybody thuggin' with me (Everybody thuggin'), that's just how we living
Told 'em, "Push to the limit" (You know that)
If you pussy, nigga, you can get it (Pussy nigga, I swear)
If you start this shit up, then you know we gon' finish (Start it up, on my life)
Have my young niggas slide down your block in the Bentley (My young niggas slide)
No drive-by, we just pop out (Drive-by, do that)
Push up on him with that Glock out (Push up, gang)
Fuck all that talking, let's see what you talkin' 'bout (Fuck all that talkin', for real)
Stripped him in the apartment (Stripped him, I did), left him naked in the back (I did, strip 'em)
Red light Ricky, he caught two of 'em in the back (Ricky, shoot his ass, baow)
All my niggas Blood (Blood), big B strip, blatt (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
Thousand dollars, get you snatched (A thousand?)
Five hundred, get you whacked (Five, I told 'em)

[Chorus: Lotto Savage & Lil Keed]
Ran off on the plug (Huh, ran off)
He can't get shit back (No, no, no, no, like what?)
Draco with a drum (Right)
And that bitch got some kick back (I swear, goddamn)
Everybody thuggin' (Everybody)
If we want it, come back it (Come get it, blatt)
Thirteen years old (He thirteen)
Walked up on, pushed his shit back (Baow, for real)
Whatever you 'bout, we 'bout it (Whatever you 'bout)
Whatever you 'bout, we 'bout it (Whatever you 'bout)
Whatever you 'bout, we 'bout it (Whatever you 'bout, lil' nigga)
Whatever you 'bout, my nigga, we 'bout it (Whatever you 'bout)
Whatever you 'bout, we 'bout it (Whatever you 'bout)
Whatever you 'bout, we 'bout it (Whatever you 'bout)
Whatever you 'bout, we 'bout it (Uh, whatever you 'bout, lil' nigga)
Whatever you 'bout, my nigga, we 'bout it (Turn up, slimeball)

[Verse 2: Lil Keed]
Yeah, Slime keep a Draco (Slatt), no need for no payroll (Uh)
Montana gon' air that shit out if I say so (Brrt)
I'm keeping a Glock and a bankroll (Bankroll)
It ain't no place that I can't go (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
And no, I can't change, got lean in my veins (Lean)
I drop me a eight in a Faygo (Drop)
I slide on the opps, I just got the drop (Slide)
Think he on a date with his main ho (Brrt)
Brrt, brrt (Brrt), hand out free shots out the Draco (Draco)
We came through the front, but we left out the back door (Back door)
I'm a slimeball, you know I scream, "Slatt," ho (Slime, Slime)
Don't ever be the double but a triple (Triple)
You don't bust a gun, we gon' dip you (Baow, baow)
Take off the plug, yeah, we flipped him
Shots in the face, yeah, I gave that boy dimples (Dimples)
Then up and sharpen your shit like a pencil (Shh)
Young nigga with a lot of utensils (Hah, woo)
Lil' Noonie gon' pop like a pimple, yeah (Lil' Noonie)
Name another nigga who realer, yeah
Name another nigga who triller
This Glock that can make them niggas gon' kill you (Kill you)
You play with this shit, they gon' end you (For real)
You play with this shit, they gon' end you (Keed)

[Chorus: Lotto Savage]
Ran off on the plug (Huh, ran off)
He can't get shit back (No, no, no, no, like what?)
Draco with a drum (Right)
And that bitch got some kick back (I swear, goddamn)
Everybody thuggin' (Everybody)
If we want it, come back it (Come get it, blatt)
Thirteen years old (He thirteen)
Walked up on, pushed his shit back (Baow, for real)
Whatever you 'bout, we 'bout it (Whatever you 'bout)
Whatever you 'bout, we 'bout it (Whatever you 'bout)
Whatever you 'bout, we 'bout it (Whatever you 'bout, lil' nigga)
Whatever you 'bout, my nigga, we 'bout it (Whatever you 'bout)
Whatever you 'bout, we 'bout it (Whatever you 'bout)
Whatever you 'bout, we 'bout it (Whatever you 'bout)
Whatever you 'bout, we 'bout it (Whatever you 'bout, lil' nigga)
Whatever you 'bout, my nigga, we 'bout it (Whatever you 'bout)