Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bout What I'm Talking Bout, artist - Boosie Badazz. Album song Bleek Mode (Thug In Peace Lil Bleek), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Lil Boosie
Song language: English
Bout What I'm Talking Bout |
U ain’t bout that murda murda shit |
U ain’t down to lose yo cool and go and hurt a bitch |
We got them hook ups on them rentals now we murkin shit |
Tinted up spinnin spinnin let that 30 spit |
Bitch do want fuckin family in black clothes |
The bitches in black dresses the niggas in black vo’s (u ain’t know) |
I’m cut throat Kinival imma buy the bar survival |
Sip syrup and smoke fire and i’m wilder (than an average thug) |
I’m hard headed my momma told me that |
And u got to be real all this drama showed me that |
Lose yo mind if u want to (if u want to) |
I gotta click of real niggas who gon stomp u |
And want u to be hollerin bout that iron plate (that iron plate) |
And we gon hit yo street tonite and not the next day |
The Tec spray nigga don’t worry bout that |
They gon get what they deserve bout that |
We gon cut down they whole curve bout that |
U ain’t bout what u be talkin bout (uhn ahh) |
U ain’t ready for yo momma to be walkin out (uhn ahh) |
That big ass church wit all yo people cryin hollerin bout (hollerin bout) |
Why u had to take my son thats what them choppas bout (is u bout that boy) |
U ain’t really bout that shit u be talkin so quit that talkin ya heard me |
Quit that talkin and walkin if u gon serve me then serve me |
Now i’m young trill entertainment so know one thang i ain’t worryed |
Cause my family do damage business ain’t handled its murda |
Niggas sweeter than skittles so they spittin in riddles |
See that little shit u be spittin gon have u sleep in hospitals |
And if u beef wit my niggas we gonna really squad up |
From choppas to a 6 bitch u can’t avoid us |
Rappin bout smokin that killa don’t even smoke killa |
Even if u did i wouldn’t even smoke witcha |
Ya bitch ya fraud ya fake ya muthafuckin fluke |
Pussy all wet ya fuckin booty all loose |
U and them other two niggas duck duck goose |
Under the throwback jersey the vest bulletproof |
Gangsta shit jump off boy u know u finna run out |
Close yo fuckin mouth fore i rip yo damn tongue out |
U ain’t bout layin under a nigga house like a mouse |
And u light his ass up when he come out (when its a drought) |
We get sick wit it u heard about lil Trell |
Gunned downed when he was 12 ever since then its been hell |
And Webbie they don’t live like we live (fuck no) |
They don’t deal like we deal they ain’t real like we real |
Look i’m from that track like that bottom of that SSB |
Whateva u call it that shit lives in me them niggas kill for free |
Like lil Trell on the lum |
Cause u niggas ain’t my equal and they hatin on this lil thug |
A lot of niggas scared of y’all but not me |
This for them niggas in rap game who knock me but can’t stop me |
And my posse is full of thugs |
Like Headbussa baby Junior and my nigga Jug |
We dumpin slugs on a enemy |
I thought u was my closest friend but now on u just a friend to me |
And this fuckin penetentary make niggas think they real |
But when they get out they got a nerve to pop a pill (but look here) |