BOUT IT lyrics

[Intro]
B-B-Big Los on the track, boy

[Chorus]
b*tch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, b*tch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
b*tch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, b*tch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
b*tch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, b*tch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
b*tch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, b*tch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it

[Verse 1]
Screaming suck it when I'm in my bucket (f*ck it)
Liquor chugging, blunts full of "f*ck it"
Ducking posers rocking Thrasher hoodies
I'm a broke bast*rd that takes cookies
And I'm lurking, swervin' on medicine
f*ck a DUI, I'm on bath salts
Talking thumpas, knockin' bumpers off of momma' SUV cuz I'm thuggin'
Burner c*cked, the block hot
Baghdad Snapchats and crack packs and snap hats
Give me my money, yeah b*tch, I need that
Lay on my bath floor until my mind give me feedback
Thuggin', buckin', f*ckin' n*ggas up
Gold teeth match the gold trim on my OE
f*ck you, I'm rowdy and nutty, I'm moody and loony
Beat a b*tch up like I'm Dooney
Griselda Blanco ridin, bustin like banko, James Franco on blow
With a fat hoe, clap me a b*tch leave a white tee rojo
You know how it go
You know how it go
You know how it go
You know how it go
[Verse 2]
I'm in a mom and pop, one-stop shop
Waving Glocks, getting busy
I'm on my Chris Breezy beating biddies up in your city
It's nothing, I don't give a f*ck about a b*tch, I'll peddle dope
Skate, f*ck hoes and spark loosies up with my .44

[Break: Fat Nick]
Oh my god, who brought this dirty f*cking Slim Jim to Miami?
All he wanna do is smoke boof, drink f*cking lean
And throw up everywhere, he gives no f*ck
(?) right f*cking now!

[Chorus]
b*tch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, b*tch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
'Bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it, b*tch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
b*tch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, b*tch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
'Bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it, b*tch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
b*tch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, b*tch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
b*tch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, b*tch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it

[Verse 3]
Getting loose, sipping hundred proof
Knocking boots with a ugly lil' b*tch, she a deuce
But it's nothing, n*gga
Man, it's f*ck it, n*gga, got a problem with it then run it, n*gga
Ugly, angry and jaded, faded, bakin', vacant, complacent
Raidin' churches, swervin' in hearses, tossing burners on worthless Kirkland's
Molotovs in a pack 'mon, tear them walls down like reggae
Then Kim K get good yay on my payday, then it's andale
Wave the AK broad day, finger f*ck the law
I'm a boss like Rick Ross, but no molly, I'm a jolly n*gga
When the liquor hit me I'm a garbage n*gga
[Bridge]
Man, what the f*ck are y'all talkin' 'bout, man?
Germ, what the f*ck you talkin' 'bout?
You really f*ckin' 'bout it? Are you really f*ckin' 'bout it?
I don't even know no more, man
Quit playin' wit' 'em, Germ, quit f*ckin' playin' wit' 'em

[Chorus]
b*tch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, b*tch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
b*tch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, b*tch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
b*tch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, b*tch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
b*tch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, b*tch, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it