Bout That (feat. Radio Base)

Royal I seen them niggas on them comments Talking all that shit all that nonsense, goofy Killed the rap game off that fly shit, oopsies Come and knock a nigga out his conscience I see em on the 'gram like they bout that He posting with the yoppa he aint bout that The bitch done made an onlyfans she aint bout that RDE the clan, you know we bout that If money ain't involved then i'm out that (I'm gone) Spalding, if I fall imma bounce back No money counters lil bitch let me count that These rappers need a red nose with they clown ass Drop some bread on my nigga for the commissary Then he came home (What else) and we was watching niggas Pussy cats and rats The game was starting to look like Tom & Jerry Bitches act like niggas And these niggas act like Tyler Perry, damn Niggas cap boy they feminine (What else) Drop your hottest shit, we still ain't listening My potna got them twin glocks, same thing, synonyms My girl yelling "Give me that D Troi" no Michigan Ain't talking suit and tie but you know what the business is Do what you do lil woadie don't leave any witnesses It's up like a pilot, yoppa make racket no Wimbledon I just pop on em and drop on em And pop on em and drop em, nigga BOP Don't let me lace up all in these Timberlands Mask on like I'm trying to practice social distancing My Virgina niggas spin your block and then they spin again Cause in the hood Cops show up later than your nigga friends (On gang) I was sipping, getting dizzy I was wilding Now I hustle for my city getting busy, I be riding If you catch me with a blicky then it's simply for surviving Then I just pop on em and drop on em And pop on em and drop em, nigga BOP I seen them niggas on them comments Talking all that shit all that nonsense, goofy Killed the rap game off that fly shit, oopsies Come and knock a nigga out his conscience I see em on the 'gram like they bout that He posting with the yoppa he aint bout that The bitch done made an onlyfans she aint bout that RDE the clan, you know we bout that Betting money at the gun range I'm bout that Got some P's for 16, it's a loud pack 0 to 60 in 5, about a mile back Come for this chain like "Dawg make sure you bout that" Dancing with my cup and this blicky You can find me in the club like 50 I got drugs in my drank I'm getting trippy This bitch ain't got no edges dog I'm picky, ugh Her nails and her toes both match (They match) Hottest nigga in my city, dog that's a fact (Big facts) Wrestling with this bitch 'til she tap Getting head, counting money in the trap like that, like ugh Pistol in my hand not my lap (Not my lap) It's a whole lot of rap I really started from the dirt Fucked this bitch, I had to hit her where it hurt yeah, go He want to do something, but he ain't bout that Don't worry lil nigga you can have her back (You can have her) Sent her back without the pussy (Without the pussy) He like "Damn where the pussy at?" Coldest, the boldest, she let me hold it Then I sold it ugh yeah He ain't bout that, I had to kill the cat I seen them niggas on them comments Talking all that shit all that nonsense, goofy Killed the rap game off that fly shit, oopsies Come and knock a nigga out his conscience I see em on the 'gram like they bout that He posting with the yoppa he aint bout that The bitch done made an onlyfans she aint bout that RDE the clan, you know we bout that