Bout Time lyrics

[Chorus: Lil Yo]
All in the trap spot, whipping up that dirty (Whip)
Baking soda and them Glocks
Plays going in and out
Young n*gga with the scale and the vacuum seals (with the scale and the vacuum seals)
Young n*gga I'm just tryna come up 'bout drug deals ('bout drug deals)
You ain't in the field n*gga fo' real fo' real (Fo' real, fo' real)
Glock with 30 round put it in your grill (Put it in your grill)
Where the bag? Where the cash at n*gga? (Come here)
Run up in yo' sh*t, I'll rob you with no mask n*gga (Don't need all that)
No pump fake, won't hesitate to blast n*gga
Lil Yo n*gga I'll turn yo' ass to Casper's (pus*y)
All I ever wanted to do was run up [?] (Bands)
Remember them days when I was hustlin' Backwoods
Playin' get it right, now I got my f*ckin' racks up (Racks)

[Verse: Lil Yo & Bermuda Yae]
All these f*ckin' bands you thought we got into [?]
Heard that you a lick, I gotta hit you with a tracker
Hit 'em with a tracker
Know a n*gga sack him
Young n*gga in this b*tch like he f*ckin' Clay Matthews
Don't want no smoke they wait like they really got bad asthma
Just let the blunt sit in my hand I like to see the smoke man
The realest medicine around this b*tch like its an incense
I really been high as f*ck around this b*tch since an infant
Young Yayo get in yo' hoe mouth just like he is a dentist
Shotty round here bit geekin [?]