Bout it

(Yxngba)

(Ayy, 3, what's cookin'?)

They took your guys, you left the streets, nobody slide 'bout it

They took my guys, apparently some **** died 'bout it

Gisiah died, I miss you, pretty, I still cry 'bout it

I told my dogs, "When we get rich, we gon' coppin' widebodies"

You ain't never walked up out the house and felt that pain, you need some Advil

I feel like karma comin' for me, this shit mad real

Brodie told me every day a battle with hisself, he takin' mad pills (Uh, uh)

I took his hand and said, "I got you, Allah, take the wheel"

Uh, I got this shit on my back

Remember sleepin' in the trap, now we slidin' in black

Won't speak my mind in person, I'd just rather speak it through raps

Got **** layin' in hearses while I'm coppin' Rollies and plaques, ain't that some shit?

Won't never leave my strap, word to Cap and I won't miss

I went swimmin' with the sharks and adapted, ain't that some shit?

Said he done with Percs and then he relapsed like it ain't shit

She said she done with me and tried to spin back, can't trust a bitch

Remember days when we was little, playin' in the park

And people always used to say that we gon' be stars

They said, "But when y'all make it, don't forget y'all got a heart"

Won't let no **** take my seat and tear my life apart

They took your guys, you left the streets, nobody slide 'bout it

They took my guys, apparently some **** died 'bout it

Gisiah died, I miss you, pretty, I still cry 'bout it

I told my dogs, "When we get rich, we gon' coppin' widebodies"

I told my dogs, "When we get rich, we gon' coppin' widebodies"

I told my dogs, "When we get rich, we gon' coppin' widebodies"

I told my dogs, "When we get ri—" and you keep runnin' away