What I’m ‘bout (feat. J. Davi$)

I pull up on your block, I'm winning when I pop out

I pulled up, bagged a pretty bitch, ain't even have to hop out

Well damn, I guess I'm hot now, I fuck it up and rock out

Stuff a knot up in my sock, an extra TEC up when the cops out

Well oh my god

I'm known to shake 'em up when I be slidin' out, I'm trippin'

Catch 'em slippin', pull the Glock out

We all we got, my brothers at the top

We in your pockets, need the guap and all the bitches in your contacts

And don't stop that, baby throw that wop yeah

Do it how I like it, I'ma hit it when it bounce back

All white Lam looking like a light flash

Diamonds on me dancing, got me looking like I'm lightskinned

I look like damn, bitches looking like damn

Who the fuck is that, it's young Rob, Gucci'ed Louis'ed down

I spent a bag on a bitch then went to fuck her friend

All around the world I get the bag then run through again

Pipe down ****, pity and you pout ****

Yeah yeah, I'm getting litty in your town ****

What I'm 'bout ****, titties, Henny, big amounts ****

Yeah yeah, I'm in your city making rounds ****

What I'm 'bout, hit the Grammy then I shout, yeah yeah

I hit the bitch then kick 'em out ****

What I'm 'bout, this is really what I'm 'bout ****

Yeah yeah, I hit the city make it bounce

It's a vibe, bitch give me the light

Ho get out my face lil bitch, you know you ain't my type

I'm a shot caller, feel like Ben Baller

Twenty-four karats, you ain't even got a dollar

Feel like Stone Cold, you lil **** bold

Try and run up on me, leave your lil ass in the cold

I'm the fuckin' man, you **** some chins

Need a hundred fuckin' million, fuckin' hundred fuckin' grand

Lil bitch, ayy

Bitch I'm off the shit, ayy

Shit my wrist ache, I whip it 'til my wrist break, ayy

When I'm dippin' I'ma switch lanes

Out on Biscayne, where the bitches give brain, ayy

I'm the shit but never look stank

Eating big rings, sauce up on my big ranks, ayy

Man these groupie bitches insane

Don't make 'em give names, I'm balling out like King James

Pipe down ****, pity and you pout ****

Yeah yeah, I'm getting litty in your town ****

What I'm 'bout ****, titties, Henny, big amounts ****

Yeah yeah, I'm in your city making rounds ****

What I'm 'bout, hit the Grammy then I shout, yeah yeah

I hit the bitch then kick 'em out ****

What I'm 'bout, this is really what I'm 'bout ****

Yeah yeah, I hit the city make it bounce