WHAT IM BOUT lyrics
by Sickboyrari
[Intro: Rezt]
Count up the guap
Uh
Count up the guap
n*gga what you want? (Beep, beep)
Yeah (Beep, beep)
Plug
[Chorus: Rezt]
Count up the guap (Yeah)
n*gga what you want?
I got lots of funds, yeah
I do this sh*t for fun (Migo)
Pull up, hop out (Skrrt)
See 'em, point 'em out
I never run my mouth
'Cause that's not was I'm 'bout (Yeah)
Count up the guap
n*gga what you want?
I got lots of funds, yeah
I do this sh*t for fun
Pull up, hop out
See 'em, point 'em out (Yeah)
I never run my mouth
'Cause that's not was I'm 'bout
[Verse: Sickboyrari]
Uh, never talking much [?]
Code of the streets, do you live by it? (Live by it)
sh*t hit the fan, is you 'bout it, 'bout it ('Bout it, 'bout it)
And I don't really know what these boys on (What these boys on, Plug)
And I don't really know what these hoes want (What these hoes want)
Skrrt, get gone, b*tch I get golds (b*tch I get golds)
Stay in the field like a [?] (Like a [?])
And I be road running while you boys coast (While you boys coast)
I ain't got time for no bullsh*t (For no bullsh*t)
And I ain't got time to wife no new b*tch (Wife no new b*tch)
sh*t I barely got time to get my own grip (Get my own guap)
Sliding in the snow, fur color Crip (Plug)
Yeah I like the way that lil shawty dip (Lil shawty dip)
Cool Ranch Doritos, I don't need dip (I don't need dip, Migo)
f*ck all that talking, just passing chips (Passing guap)
Aye, lonely in the trap, cooling with my wrist (Aye, lonely in the trap)
I don't break bricks, b*tch I break mid (Aye, break down)
Young dudes tryna break a rubber band b*tch (Rubber band, yeah)
Look, I don't break bricks but I break mid (But I break mid)
Young dudes tryna break a rubber band b*tch (Rubber band, Plug)
[Chorus: Rezt]
Count up the guap (Yeah)
n*gga what you want?
I got lots of funds, yeah
I do this sh*t for fun
Pull up, hop out (Skrrt)
See 'em, point 'em out
I never run my mouth
'Cause that's not was I'm 'bout (Yeah)
Count up the guap
n*gga what you want?
I got lots of funds, yeah
I do this sh*t for fun
Pull up, hop out
See 'em, point 'em out (Yeah)
I never run my mouth
'Cause that's not was I'm 'bout