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Bout It
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Bout It was released on November 21, 2025 by TommyGun400 as a part of the album Icaia
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AlbumIcaia
Release DateNovember 21, 2025
LabelTommyGun400
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM67

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
TommyGun400
TommyGun400
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thomas Terry
Thomas Terry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TommyGun400
TommyGun400
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Ready
Feti
Lets get it
They know we bout it bout it (gone)
Don’t leave the house without it (pole)
Im tweakin bout a dollar (tweakin’)
I might just hit yo daughter
From the back
And make her holler (she screamin)
She like to call me dada (daddy)
We both know I ain’t her father (no)
We blow a zip of zaza
Do it all again tomorrow
(Let’s do it again)
I paid bills behind them walls
That’s on the Bible ****
(On the Quran)
I been in and outta bandos
Since I was a toddler ****
(I was a jit)
Most of these **** broke
That’s prolly why we aint vibin with em
(Aint on shii)
Free my lil cousin doing time
Because he shot a **** (Boom)
He said if he had to
He’d pop his ass again (Boom)
Before I let you get off
Ill go sit down in the pin (prison)
Jackin with my cellie
Sellin thumps and making gin (hooch)
Im gone about that 4
I got it tatted on my skin (fasho)
Look up like that again bitch
Im nuttin on yo chin
From the city givin brain
Like she go to UofM (Memphis)
Blow that za so much
It smell like pine cones when im peein’ (stankin’)
Dont trust them ****
Codefendants singing like they Tems (the singer)
You know i cant go (no)
I know it’s some **** who told (they told)
They get in that room and they fold (they scared)
Thank the mob
I stuck to the code (mob)
She like to give that throat (that neck)
She better breathe through her nose (vet)
You better keep you a pole
They know we bout it bout it (gone)
Don’t leave the house without it (pole)
Im tweakin bout a dollar (tweakin’)
I might just hit yo daughter
From the back
And make her holler (she screamin)
She like to call me dada (daddy)
We both know I ain’t her father (no)
We blow a zip of zaza
Do it all again tomorrow
(Let’s do it again)
I paid bills behind them walls
That’s on the Bible ****
(On the Quran)
I been in and outta bandos
Since I was a toddler ****
(I was a jit)
Most of these **** broke
That’s prolly why we aint vibin with em
(Aint on shii)
Free my lil cousin doing time
Because he shot a ****
He in the spot talking reckless
So I slapped the ****
(Fxck that ****)
You gone always see me havin
Im a trapper ****
(You know we havin)
You don’t trust him
I don’t know him
So I taxed the ****
(You know I taxed him)
Before you pass that bag to dude
Put a tracker in it
(If he play)
Put that cheese on his head like a Packer ****
Yeah I’m putting **** on
To make the platter bigger
(Up the plate)
You tried to stop me but you lame
That aint matter ****
(Get out the way)
It hurt his soul to see me shining
Go out sadder ****
I ran the cho up to Saturn
This is not you average gaffle
Bad bitches wanna wrestle
She ride the dick like a saddle
Got this shaky ass **** rattled
And we fully armed for the battle
We dont want you ‘round
You gone tattle
They know we bout it bout it
Written by: Thomas Terry
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