Bout It Lyrics

Ayy, it cost to live like this you hear me

Ayy, I keep it 111, cause I'm from the Ase Soon as you get pape, watch these niggas hate

Ayy, I'd rather hang alone before I act fake If that bitch ain't tryna fuck, I tell that

hoe to skate It's a different type of feelin, when them

bands all in your face All my cousins doing time, hope they may weather they cases

Even if I wasn't hunted up, I still won't do

no changing Beat the cat , she havin' flashbacks, like

she that's so raving Off-white on my body, it's a cold situation

And my jacket say supreme, but I might come botega

Yeah, that Glock got a beam, I don't even gotta chase him

Couple hundred for the jeans, yeah, I'm going Kanye crazy

Ayy, ayy, she just wanna fuck, cause I'm young and turnt

Ayy, ayy, I'm in my own lane, I ain't gotta merge

I got bands all in my pocket, yeah, I think it's time to splurge

Baby, you wanna fuck the drip off me, I think she tryna surf

When you ain't got that bread, all these bitches start actin like birds

Pull up in them Benz, skrt, skrt, let it kiss the curb

Boy, if you don't think I'm really one of the ones, you got some nerves

I'm that guy, man, I'm not gon' lie, fly as nigga on Earth

Switchy and hit him, 4-5, bake him like a chicken

Yeah, bitch, I'm comin different, gettin money, my ambition

Pieces cold, yeah, they hittin, it's a cold life I'm livin

Baby, I could build you up, but you gotta play your position

I'm a drip junkie, I can wear whatever, got decisions

It's the get-back, man, they got me muggin' like a gremlin

I need a Tic-Tac to where I'm talking shit, I be trippin

Yeah, I got that shit on me, yeah, I feel like Big Shitty

Yeah, yeah, I'm young and turnt, yeah, yeah, she want a purse

Baby, know that I'm a flirt, got her pullin on my shirt

I've been gridin for a while, man, this shit just gotta work

Ayy, I'm winnin in the league, they know AMB comin first

Balenci B's cost a thousand, I grew up in public housing

Stack that money like a mountain, don't want that bitch, cause she childish

I named that choppa, Master P, little bitch, we bout it, bout it

Blue cheese, I count it, count it, my neck water like a fountain

On gang

Ayy, it cost to live like this you hear me