I’m ’Boutta lyrics

[Intro]
(Glokmane) Yeah, uh, oh, mhm, hm
Turn it up, yeah, mhm, huh, yeah
Mhm, yeah, huh, uh, yeah
Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm, yeah

[Chorus]
Huh, tell the baddie, ''Come to the crib''
Blue hunnids, my mo'f*ckin' Wock’ in the crib
Sip wocky, it's purple, my cut never green
Got yo' b*tch on my di*k 'cause she suckin' on di*k
And the racks in the safe, put a brand in the crib
And that boy, he a baby, go sleep in yo' crib
Sippin' Wock', 'bouta pour me a six
Sippin' Wock', since a baby I think
He was smokin' on [?], the blunt, yeah
Rockin' [?] bling
On the high, yeah, I got her a new king
Every day I do drugs, lemme think
Sippin' drank with my brother, with my twin
Get that bread, yeah, ya know I'ma win
Yeah, I'm lit to the mo'f*ckin' еnd, to the end
Twenty-three b*tchеs on my mo'f*ckin' di*k
I don't want her, no [?], b*tch, I need that six
She was thumbin' her pus*y, 'bouta give her di*k
'Bout the way that I dress, b*tch, I'm rockin' Rick
I pour racks in my lungs, yeah, I pour racks in my cup like, yeah
I'm spendin' racks on 'em percs, lil' b*tch
Do them drugs every day 'cause they make me go up
Takin' too much, b*tch, I'm 'bouta throw up
I'm in the club, everybody go up, yeah
I'm 'bouta pull the big body truck, yeah
I'm 'bouta drank and drank, I go up
I got a BBL, that b*tch she a sl*t, yeah
I need that bad lil' bih', she a must
I'm gettin' that bread, ya don't enough crust, yeah
I'm 'bouta get a Patek finna bust it, yeah
Got a bad b*tch, she savage, finna bust it
White b*tch got a big ol' booty, think she Russian, huh
You ain't part of this disscusion
You a f*ckin' lame, you disgust me, yeah
Sippin' on that f*ckin' lean, on the bus
And I'm always talkin' 'bout the lean 'cause I love it
Huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh
[Chorus]
Huh, tell the baddie, ''Come to the crib''
Blue hunnids, my mo'f*ckin' Wock’ in the crib
Sip wocky, it's purple, my cut never green
Got yo' b*tch on my di*k 'cause she suckin' on di*k
And the racks in the safe, put a brand in the crib
And that boy, he a baby, go sleep in yo' crib
Sippin' Wock', 'bouta pour me a six
Sippin' Wock', since a baby I think
He was smokin' on [?], the blunt, yeah
Rockin' [?] bling
On the high, yeah, I got her a new king
Every day I do drugs, lemme think
Sippin' drank with my brother, with my twin
Get that bread, yeah, ya know I'ma win
Yeah, I'm lit to the mo'f*ckin' end, to the end
Twenty-three b*tches on my mo'f*ckin' di*k
I don't want her, no [?], b*tch, I need that six
She was thumbin' her pus*y, 'bouta give her di*k
'Bout the way that I dress, b*tch, I'm rockin' Rick
I pour racks in my lungs, yeah, I pour racks in my cup like, yeah
I'm spendin' racks on 'em percs, lil' b*tch
Do them drugs every day 'cause they make me go up
Takin' too much, b*tch, I'm 'bouta throw up
I'm in the club, everybody go up, yeah
I'm 'bouta pull the big body truck, yeah
I'm 'bouta drank and drank, I go up
I got a BBL, that b*tch she a sl*t, yeah
I need that bad lil' bih', she a must
I'm gettin' that bread, ya don't enough crust, yeah
I'm 'bouta get a Patek finna bust it, yeah
Got a bad b*tch, she savage, finna bust it
White b*tch got a big ol' booty, think she Russian, huh
You ain't part of this disscusion
You a f*ckin' lame, you disgust me, yeah
Sippin' on that f*ckin' lean, on the bus
And I'm always talkin' 'bout the lean 'cause I love it
Huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh