Bout Dat - Stevie Stone

Hook

Nigga yous a bitch

Put that on gang

Thought I told you stop speakin on my name

Pull up in my new whip

Got the ruger for the drill

Pop a lil bitch like a fuckin X pill

I gotchu excited ignited

Okay

Put the fuckin strap to ya cap

Olay

I ain’t fuckin playin

W you lil pussy bois

Bitch I told you once don’t bum my way

Man I’m in the streets for real

Y’all cap

Niggas ain’t bout that

Think cause you got a strap

You that

Niggas ain’t bout dat

You ain’t never did a drill

You ain’t really in da field

You is really bitch made & that’s facts

Niggas ain’t bout that

Hands go up

Wait

Once

(Blllaaaaaatt)

All y’all niggas fall down

Got the silence on my pump

Screamin fuck 12 so I make No sound

If you fuckin w a snitch then we all go down

You ain’t used to doin hits why the fuck y’all round

Niggas worried bout bitch you ain’t worried bouta check

Hit em w the mini tech

Watch his skull go FLOAW

Aye

I like rockin ice

Patk on my wrist

Yeah yeah

I like driving nic

Nitrous on my whip

Yeah yeah

My bitch rock Michael Kors

And her shit be real

Yeah yeah

Heard he movin bricks

Go in for the steal

Yeah yeah

Aye

I don’t even know what y’all on

Know time y’all on

I get mines I’m gone

Aye

I don’t fall in line no more

No I’m not an og

But I got mines I’m on

Aye

Swear my whole city know

If it’s not from the streets

Than it’s probably from porn

Aye

Me & Stevie stone on the beat

Like a mine in the street

Bitch we might go off

FLOAW