Bout What Ever (feat. Turk)

Fatigued up, full of that dope ready for war

Me and Mark wit' K's tearing your station up

Bangin' that kill, shooting at anything that's chillin'

With a hundred rounds, so you know there's gonna be a killin'

Better stay concealed (what) in a place where we can't see

Ramble at night, in the evenin' we creep

'Bout whateva ****, killin' **** like a season

Duct tape, body snatchin' **** for any reasons

You best believe we real, we too hot and hard to kill

Nuts hang low as they could, we get it how we live

Turn the game spittin' stainin' witnesses and all

Ain't no escapin', choppers gone set it off

Lil Wayne 'bout that funky shit (what)

Leave **** fire if out of line, get rid of quick (what)

The Magnolia is where I be

Where them soulja's will leave a **** stank in, missin' for weeks

'Bout whatever, you 'bout whatever you want, we can do it

Triggas, I yank and your station, I'ma run through it

'Bout whatever, you 'bout, **** all day and all night

Look here man, I ain't scared to lose my life

'Bout whatever (****), you 'bout whatever you want, we can do it

Triggas, I yank and your station, I'ma run through it

'Bout whatever, you 'bout, **** all day and all night (what, what, what)

Look here man, I ain't scared to lose my life

The young head busta, eliminating **** like nothin'

Fifty shots, I release, hit your block, head bustin'

Turk and Wayne, the youngest of the squad with the ride

Magnolia I represent 'til I die, that's no lie

Inferred beams, chest headshots I'm givin'

Bullets flippin' and still but nothing, but gun smoke when you slippin'

And your body hot like shit, you drop ****

Hit your block in the jag wit' the top dropped ****

Soulja rags wit' black bows I thugged out

Times a Hot Boy wit' two slugs in my mouth

Before five we cocked back always ready for beef

Still got **** on my side who gone ride wit' me

I hope you 'bout what I'm 'bout 'cause if not ya all in (all in)

I be in shitty colors A-K six and ten

No hesitation in my bloodline

Killin' **** still no thang and I put it on yo mind

'Bout whatever, you 'bout whateva you want, we can do it (what)

Triggas, I yank and your station, I'ma run through it

'Bout whatever, you 'bout, **** all day and all night

It don't matter, I ain't scared to lose my life

I'm 'bout whatever, you 'bout whatever you want, we can do it

Triggas, I yank and your station, I'ma run through it

'Bout whatever, you 'bout, **** all day and all night (what, what, what)

It don't matter, I ain't scared to lose my life

I let'em sag, strap wit' automatics fully loaded

Gloc's wit' 17 for the haters is why I tote it, never loaded

I'm sober, **** I stay on my shit

**** want beef wit' me, I, he jack on that bitch

'Bout that druggin' 17 ****, I'm thuggin'

**** disrespect me get licked out like a rug and

I discharge like a hoe

**** fall like ceaser to the morge, is where they go

I ain't no hoe for you **** that don't know

I pack the A-K and the fuckin' .44, I let'em flow

You get hit, you crapped out

Headshots, that's what I'm givin' brains be all out

You family fall out when they hear about you

I release, release the whole clip, not few

**** you through when you fuckin' wit' me

Lil Turk, the H-B from the U-P-T

'Bout whatever, you 'bout whatever you want, we can do it (what, what, what)

Triggas, I yank and your station, I'ma run through it

'Bout whatever, you 'bout, **** all day and all night (****, ****, ****)

It don't matter, I ain't scared to lose my life

I'm 'bout whatever, you 'bout whatever you want, we can do it (what, what, what)

Triggas, I yank and your station, I'ma run through it

'Bout whatever, you 'bout, **** all day and all night (what, what)

Look here man, I ain't scared to lose my life

'Bout whatever, you 'bout whatever you want, we can do it (**** **** do it)

Triggas, I yank and your station, I'ma run through it

'Bout whatever, you 'bout, **** all day and all night (what, what, what)

Look here man, I ain't scared to lose my life

**** (what, what), ****

Turk and Wayne Hot, Hot, Hot Boys

Lil Weezy (uh, uh), Turk the 2-timer

Wayne AKA two Pistols, how you love that?

How you love that?

My **** slim ('bout whatever, 'bout whatever ****)

My **** fresh with the track

Gettin', gettin' down and dirty, gettin', gettin', we gettin' down and dirty

That's for my lil ****