Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bout That, artist - Jay Rock. Album song Follow Me Home, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.07.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Top Dawg Entertainment
Song language: English
Bout That |
Nigga I’m 'bout that, 'bout that, 'bout that |
Nigga I’m 'bout that, 'bout that, 'bout that |
Nigga I’m bout that, show you why I’m 'bout that |
No mask, dirty pistols show you why I’m 'bout that |
I’m in the hood all day broken plumbing |
Sew a nigga down for anything just to get some money |
The homie cousin down from Oklahoma, tryna work him a spot |
It ain’t gone work in his favor if I don’t see no paper, I’m mad |
Frustrated, you can say doing bad |
Took a loss, to bounce back, I need a brick and a half |
You ain’t gon' front me? |
I’m on your front steps like the mailman |
Better yet your backdoor, you dead on your back porch |
Cooperate or get laid down |
Got nine ounces on the table, get ‘em right now |
It’s cutthroat in these projects, young niggas would rob they own uncle |
Blame it on the next nigga and kill ‘em when they want to |
Raised in the jungle, orangutans and Rah-Rah |
Twelve-year-olds hold backpacks with Blah-Blahs |
You wonder why we act this way? |
It’s the end of the month, you know that them checks come late! |
I make everybody feel it when I’m on one |
Make ‘em feel it when I’m on one |
I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I’m on one |
Nigga I’m ‘bout that (‘bout that) |
I show you why I’m ‘bout that |
No mask, dirty pistols show you why I’m ‘bout that |
I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I’m on one |
211s turn to a 187 in a second when I’m wildin with the Wesson |
Don’t believe me? |
Ask the last dead nigga for a reference |
Smokers up the block, with a lot, of change and shit |
Need a dime, got a dub, I need change and shit |
Same clothes, three days I never change for shit |
Got to code a scheme to snatch a nigga chain then split |
Like I catch him off guard trying to floss at the mall |
Them some nice shines, nigga, take that off! |
(Man, my grand momma gave me that chain) |
Sometimes you got to Re-up to make that back |
Got to grind overtime just to pick up that slack |
I sold some to the homie momma, lost a couple customers |
Narcs in V-necks fit in just to fuck with us |
Identifying hustlers |
Now I made small time, small nine, still ain’t slop-py |
I’m strapped at the swap meet, 'cuz niggas know I bang! |
Better use it, motherfucker, or I’mma bust your brain! |
I make everybody feel it when I’m on one |
Make ‘em feel it when I’m on one |
I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I’m on one |
Nigga I’m ‘bout that (‘bout that) |
I show you why I’m ‘bout that |
No mask, dirty pistols show you why I’m ‘bout that |
I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I’m on one |
Motherfucker, I’ll be damned if a Nigga don’t eat out here |
Slang crack, slang water, slang weed out here |
Slang pussy, slang meth, slang E out here |
Catch him at the light, right before his cars switch gears |
ScHoolboy Q, tell ‘em we ain’t thinking ‘bout no fair warns |
Ready to rock ‘em, bring them choppers |
Knock him out his Air 1's |
Pistol poppers make them helicopters into AirComm |
Yelling out redruM, Murder! |
Murder! |
Get me in that window then I, Serve ya! |
Serve ya! |
Scurve in that ‘Burban, swerving like cursive |
Fuck that double back, slap it in park |
Hop out, blam blam, hop back in before it get dark |
In broad daylight nigga, what’s your day like nigga |
I’m surrounded by nighttime hustlers and daylight killers |
Daylight skrilla, whenever them chips ain’t straight |
Make ‘em stip like Magic City on a monday! |
Rock! |
I make everybody feel it when I’m on one |
Make ‘em feel it when I’m on one |
I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I’m on one |
Nigga I’m ‘bout that (‘bout that) |
I show you why I’m ‘bout that |
No mask, dirty pistols show you why I’m ‘bout that |
I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I’m on one |