Song | Bout That |
Artist | Jay Rock |
Album | Follow Me Home |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[Intro] | |
Nigga I’m 'bout that, 'bout that, 'bout that X2 | |
Nigga I’m bout that, show you why I’m 'bout that. No mask, dirty pistols show you why I’m 'bout that. | |
[Verse 1] | |
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, | |
Trying to 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 lost, 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 check come late! | |
[Hook] | |
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 | |
[Verse 2] | |
Two 11’s turned to a 187 in a second when I’m wilding with the Wesson | |
Don’t believe me? Ask the last dead nigga for a reverend | |
Smokers up the block, with a lot, of change and shit | |
Got a dime, need 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 hommie 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 Mother Fucker or I'mma bust your (BANG!) | |
[Hook] | |
[Verse 3] | |
Nigga 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 | |
([ScHoolboy Q] 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 curse ‘em | |
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!! | |
[Hook] |
Intro | |
Nigga I' m ' bout that, ' bout that, ' bout that X2 | |
Nigga I' m bout that, show you why I' m ' bout that. No mask, dirty pistols show you why I' m ' bout that. | |
Verse 1 | |
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, | |
Trying to 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 lost, 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 RahRah | |
Twelveyearolds hold backpacks with BlahBlahs | |
You wonder why we act this way? | |
It' s the end of the month, you know that them check come late! | |
Hook | |
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 | |
Verse 2 | |
Two 11' s turned to a 187 in a second when I' m wilding with the Wesson | |
Don' t believe me? Ask the last dead nigga for a reverend | |
Smokers up the block, with a lot, of change and shit | |
Got a dime, need 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 Reup to make that back | |
Got to grind overtime just to pick up that slack | |
I sold some to the hommie momma, lost a couple customers | |
Narcs in Vnecks fit in just to fuck with us | |
Identifying hustlers | |
Now I made small time, small nine, still ain' t sloppy | |
I' m strapped at the swap meet | |
' Cuz niggas know I BANG! | |
Better use it Mother Fucker or I' mma bust your BANG! | |
Hook | |
Verse 3 | |
Nigga 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 | |
ScHoolboy Q 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 curse ' em | |
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!! | |
Hook |
Intro | |
Nigga I' m ' bout that, ' bout that, ' bout that X2 | |
Nigga I' m bout that, show you why I' m ' bout that. No mask, dirty pistols show you why I' m ' bout that. | |
Verse 1 | |
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, | |
Trying to 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 lost, 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 RahRah | |
Twelveyearolds hold backpacks with BlahBlahs | |
You wonder why we act this way? | |
It' s the end of the month, you know that them check come late! | |
Hook | |
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 | |
Verse 2 | |
Two 11' s turned to a 187 in a second when I' m wilding with the Wesson | |
Don' t believe me? Ask the last dead nigga for a reverend | |
Smokers up the block, with a lot, of change and shit | |
Got a dime, need 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 Reup to make that back | |
Got to grind overtime just to pick up that slack | |
I sold some to the hommie momma, lost a couple customers | |
Narcs in Vnecks fit in just to fuck with us | |
Identifying hustlers | |
Now I made small time, small nine, still ain' t sloppy | |
I' m strapped at the swap meet | |
' Cuz niggas know I BANG! | |
Better use it Mother Fucker or I' mma bust your BANG! | |
Hook | |
Verse 3 | |
Nigga 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 | |
ScHoolboy Q 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 curse ' em | |
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!! | |
Hook |