Bout It

They don't know but they gone see
What they get fucking with me tell them
Tell me who likes to clown on you
Clown on you clown on you
Talk that shit look down on you
Down on you down on you
Hatin' bitch with a attitude
Attitude attitude
Make them eat shit that's what I'm a do
Hit him with the one two knock out
When the beat drop I'll put them in a box now
I'm a cool dude what the prob bout
If they call me a dick then my cock out whoops
Never been a bitch or a cop out
When they wishing that I quit or I drop out
I been working like a need to get a milli
Silly motherfuckers look at me funny when I pop out
Then I hit them with the wild style
Bars that go pow pow
Down for the count now
Rest of you bow down
I wouldn't pounce now
Hit you with the round house
Hella hate out loud
Elevate my style
Propagate my sound
Finna raise eyebrows
What debate I'm bound
Emulate me now
Separate all clowns
Featherweights I pound
Dissipate those frowns
Integrate my sound
Really I'm sorry
These flows could make your body rock
But I'm not Timberlake
I yell timber and watch the bodies drop
They don't know but they gone see
What they get fucking with me tell them
Bitch I'm bout it bout it
If you ever fucking doubted it
I don't need no luck cuz my work ethic is my lottery
A hundred miles and running till they find me in the heart of this
If you ain't with me now then later you ain't a part of it
Bitch I'm bout it bout it
If you ever fucking doubted it
I don't need no luck cuz my work ethic is my lottery
A hundred miles and running till they find me in the heart of this
If you ain't with me now then later you ain't a part of it
They don't know but they gone see
What they get fucking with me
They don't know but they gone see
What they get fucking with me
I could feel myself get tired
Situation here seems dire
Think a Redbull I might hire
Cuz I'm not close to retire
Go and think that I'm a liar
While I build a whole empire
With bars I made from fire
Till you bitches call me sire
You could smoke bud but I'm higher
Lil cuz be that supplier
With meds that I require
No stems that shit be fire
And it melts stress acquired Walla
I feel rewired to work hard and inspire
Cuz this carcass here expire
I been working like I need to make it
Money gotta rake it never breaking
With a middle finger point-blank aimed at Satan
A little bit of bud and gang of patience
Hit them when the bass kick
Leave them with a face lift
Who's that what name
Man he spray shit
Ain't he crazy
Naw that's Jay A
Better go and make way
I don't wanna placate
Dawg go a hate me
They don't know but they gone see
What they get fucking with me tell them
Bitch I'm bout it bout it
If you ever fucking doubted it
I don't need no luck cuz my work ethic is my lottery
A hundred miles and running till they find me in the heart of this
If you ain't with me now then later you ain't a part of it
Bitch I'm bout it bout it
If you ever fucking doubted it
I don't need no luck cuz my work ethic is my lottery
A hundred miles and running till they find me in the heart of this
If you ain't with me now then later you ain't a part of it
Bitch I'm bout it I'm bout it
Bitch I'm bout it I'm bout it
Bitch I'm bout it I'm bout it
Bitch I'm bout it I'm bout it
Bitch I'm bout it I'm bout it
Bitch I'm bout it I'm bout it
Bitch I'm bout it I'm bout it
Bitch I'm bout it I'm bout it