Bout It lyrics

[Intro]
Gotta play Onlybino! a time man, this n*gga's the f*cking greatest
Everybody like "Who is this?," haha
Period n*gga, that n*gga colder than a b*tch
We're at my hood, he pull it up you know
You know, ten now goddammit lemme pull it up on them
Gotta do him, where we at with it (Kat Lightning on the beat)

[Chorus]
I know you not 'bout it ('Bout it), 'bout it
Your ho she's tryna f*ck but a ho got mileage, mileage
Drip too hard b*tch, I don't need no damn stylist (Whose stylist?)
Bands coming in, and I ain't even go to no college
I'm in a drop top whip with a chop in my lap
n*gga swear to God, please don't try me

[Verse 1]
Walk with a Draco (Brrah), ass hoes say I'm a A-hole (Uh)
Made a b*tch look at my payroll, uh, now lil' ho do what I say so (Uh)
n*gga try the gang, let the thang blow (Slatt), rich n*gga go where he can't go, uh
Rich n*gga do what you can't do, uh, getting top from your b*tch, we in Cancún (What?)
Too much drip to my ankles, huh, watch a n*gga flop like a sandal, uh
And your ho ride di*k, no handles, uh, 'cause she see a n*gga lit, no candle
I'm way too hot to handle, I scare these lil n*ggas, Randal (Whoa)
Stocking my pay in the Fendi, why you capping like you not a fan dude?
[Chorus]
I know you not 'bout it ('Bout it), 'bout it
Your ho she's tryna f*ck but a ho got mileage (Got mileage), mileage
Drip too hard b*tch, I don't need no damn stylist (Whose stylist?)
Bands coming in, and I ain't even go to no college
I'm in a drop top whip with a chop in my lap
n*gga swear to God, please don't try me
I know you not 'bout it, bout it ('Bout it, 'bout it, bout it)
Your ho she's tryna f*ck but a ho got mileage, mileage (My-my-my)
Drip too hard b*tch, I don't need no damn stylist (Whose stylist?)
Bands coming in, and I ain't even go to no college (Go to no college)
I'm in a drop top whip with a chop in my lap (Whoa-oh-oh)
n*gga swear to God, please don't try me

[Verse 2]
These n*ggas really do anything for the clout, dance around with some di*k in they mouth (Clout)
Know I can't f*ck with that sh*t, I still do all my sh*t (Slatt), and my pockets (Blatt) are not in a drought (Slatt)
Oh hell no I can't go, can't go (Go, go, go)
Do me to that halo, halo
Even with the same clothes, same clothes
Go get up your pesos, pesos (Pah-pah-pah)
You want some beef if I made it out, we in Rodeo with big amounts (Slatt)
Pockets so fat I could build a house (Bah), many lil' n*ggas rats and they Minnie Mouse
Riding 'round with my b*tch, got her titties out (Ayy-ayy-ayy), call up "Please beat the kitty up"
Know I'm living lovely I could never frown, we just told my momma I can't let her down
[Chorus]
I know you not 'bout it, 'bout it (No, no, no)
Your ho she tryna f*ck but a ho got mileage (Got mileage), mileage (My-my-my)
Drip too hard b*tch, I don't need no damn stylist (Whose stylist?)
Bands coming in, and I ain't even go to no college
I'm in a drop top whip with a chop in my lap (Whip, whip, whip)
n*gga swear to God, please don't try me

[Outro]
Hahaha
They like "What song is this?"
Hahahaha, that sh*t's funny as f*ck
Y'all n*ggas gon' know soon bruh
Y'all n*ggas gon' know
Ayy man, y'all n*ggas gon' know