About It ft. Li Fred Hustle In Black Lyrics

Say Brando with the city folks Shots from the Drake left a nigga dead when

he was talkin' bout it That boy feel played by what I said guess we

gon' spin about it Blow a bag we steady ballin

Kill em all that's that money talkin' Bitch be on my dick but hold on wait

It's that lil' ho callin' Fuck that nigga mean like I won't flash and

crash out with the still If I hear that she no house I know that group

it Bitch nigga go tell em

Splittin' shit just work the will He used to be my bro for real

It ain't no sense in actin' We the one who really catch and kill

Niggas steady cappin' They ain't never been inside no accident

This money shit I'm stackin' We them niggas who always been trackin

But if the police actin' I'ma say I make this shit off rappin

Catch a nigga lockin' up in traffic We gon' do him nasty

Robbed a nigga I wonder why the fuck my bro ain't blasted

I ain't never do no fakin' or flashin' I feel I made it happen

There's paper in my head relaxin' Them demons tellin' me just clap

I wonder what the fuck had happened The last one died for all that rappin

Shot a nigga and leave the scene I had to throw that stolen glove

Nigga crash keep talkin' like a year Watch how quick he get parked

Stop thinkin' with your dickly daddy For your bro feel him shocked

You know he had this in the bag We just gon' wait until she get the drop

I put my faith in B Tell em bitches free fat boy

Comin' down 9-10 in the big fin We clutchin' plenty rolls

These niggas on my dick I know they wanna send me up to God

Try me I'ma blow this bitch Fuck up his spinal cord

Shots from the drink left a nigga dead when he was talkin

That boy feel played by what I said Guess we gon' spin about it

Blow a bag we steady ballin' Kill em all that's that money talkin

Bitch be on my dick but hold on wait It's that lil' ho callin

Fuck that nigga mean like I won't flash and crash out with the still

If I hit that Chino house I know that group it Bitch nigga go tough

Splittin' shit just work the will He used to be my bro for real

It ain't no sense in askin' We the one who really catch and kill

You steady cappin' They ain't never been inside no action

This money shit I'm stackin' We them niggas who always been trapped

But if the police askin' I'ma say I make this shit I've rappin

Catch a nigga lackin' up in traffic We go do em nasty

Robbed a nigga I wonder why the fuck my bro blasted

They ain't never do no fakin' or flashin' I feel I made it happen

There's paper in my head relaxin' Demons tellin' me just clap

I wonder what the fuck had happened

I'm gon' die for all that rappin

I'm gon' die for all that rappin