Bout That Lyrics
| Song | Bout That |
| Artist | Jay Rock |
| Album | Follow Me Home |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Intro] | |
| Nigga I’m 'bout that, 'bout that, 'bout that X2 | |
| Nigga I’m bout that, show you why I’m 'bout that. No mask, dirty pistols show you why I’m 'bout that. | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| I’m in the hood all day broken plumbing | |
| Sew a nigga down for anything just to get some money | |
| The homie cousin down from Oklahoma, | |
| Trying to work him a spot. It ain’t gone work in his favor if I don’t see no paper I’m mad | |
| Frustrated, you can say doing bad | |
| Took a lost, to bounce back, I need a brick and a half | |
| You ain’t gon’ front me? I’m on your front steps like the mailman, better yet your backdoor | |
| You dead on your back porch | |
| Cooperate or get laid down | |
| Got nine ounces on the table, get ‘em right now | |
| It’s cutthroat in these projects, young niggas would rob they own uncle | |
| Blame it on the next nigga and kill ‘em when they want to | |
| Raised in the jungle, orangutans and Rah-Rah | |
| Twelve-year-olds hold backpacks with Blah-Blahs | |
| You wonder why we act this way? | |
| It’s the end of the month, you know that them check come late! | |
| [Hook] | |
| I make everybody feel it when I’m on one | |
| Make ‘em feel it when I’m on one | |
| I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I’m on one | |
| Nigga I’m ‘bout that (‘bout that), | |
| I show you why I’m ‘bout that. | |
| No mask, dirty pistols show you why I’m ‘bout that. | |
| I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I’m on one | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Two 11’s turned to a 187 in a second when I’m wilding with the Wesson | |
| Don’t believe me? Ask the last dead nigga for a reverend | |
| Smokers up the block, with a lot, of change and shit | |
| Got a dime, need a dub, I need change and shit | |
| Same clothes, three days I never change for shit | |
| Got to code a scheme to snatch a nigga chain then split | |
| Like I catch him off guard trying to floss at the mall | |
| Them some nice shines, nigga, take that off! (man, my grand momma gave me that chain) | |
| Sometimes you got to Re-up to make that back | |
| Got to grind overtime just to pick up that slack | |
| I sold some to the hommie momma, lost a couple customers | |
| Narcs in V-necks fit in just to fuck with us | |
| Identifying hustlers | |
| Now I made small time, small nine, still ain’t slop-py | |
| I’m strapped at the swap meet | |
| 'Cuz niggas know I (BANG!) | |
| Better use it Mother Fucker or I'mma bust your (BANG!) | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| Nigga I’ll be damned if a Nigga don’t eat out here | |
| Slang crack, slang water, slang weed out here | |
| Slang pussy, slang meth, slang E out here | |
| Catch him at the light, right before his cars switch gears | |
| ScHoolboy Q, tell ‘em we ain’t thinking ‘bout no fair warns | |
| ([ScHoolboy Q] Ready to rock ‘em, bring them choppers, knock him out his Air 1’s) | |
| Pistol poppers make them helicopters into AirComm | |
| Yelling out redruM, Murder! Murder! | |
| Get me in that window then I, Serve ya! Serve ya! | |
| Scurve in that ‘Burban | |
| Swerving like curse ‘em | |
| Fuck that double back, slap it in park | |
| Hop out, blam blam, hop back in before it get dark | |
| In broad daylight Nigga | |
| What’s your day like Nigga | |
| I’m surrounded by nighttime hustlers and daylight killers | |
| Daylight skrilla, whenever them chips ain’t straight | |
| Make ‘em stip like Magic City on a monday! | |
| Rock!! | |
| [Hook] |
| Intro | |
| Nigga I' m ' bout that, ' bout that, ' bout that X2 | |
| Nigga I' m bout that, show you why I' m ' bout that. No mask, dirty pistols show you why I' m ' bout that. | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I' m in the hood all day broken plumbing | |
| Sew a nigga down for anything just to get some money | |
| The homie cousin down from Oklahoma, | |
| Trying to work him a spot. It ain' t gone work in his favor if I don' t see no paper I' m mad | |
| Frustrated, you can say doing bad | |
| Took a lost, to bounce back, I need a brick and a half | |
| You ain' t gon' front me? I' m on your front steps like the mailman, better yet your backdoor | |
| You dead on your back porch | |
| Cooperate or get laid down | |
| Got nine ounces on the table, get ' em right now | |
| It' s cutthroat in these projects, young niggas would rob they own uncle | |
| Blame it on the next nigga and kill ' em when they want to | |
| Raised in the jungle, orangutans and RahRah | |
| Twelveyearolds hold backpacks with BlahBlahs | |
| You wonder why we act this way? | |
| It' s the end of the month, you know that them check come late! | |
| Hook | |
| I make everybody feel it when I' m on one | |
| Make ' em feel it when I' m on one | |
| I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I' m on one | |
| Nigga I' m ' bout that ' bout that, | |
| I show you why I' m ' bout that. | |
| No mask, dirty pistols show you why I' m ' bout that. | |
| I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I' m on one | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Two 11' s turned to a 187 in a second when I' m wilding with the Wesson | |
| Don' t believe me? Ask the last dead nigga for a reverend | |
| Smokers up the block, with a lot, of change and shit | |
| Got a dime, need a dub, I need change and shit | |
| Same clothes, three days I never change for shit | |
| Got to code a scheme to snatch a nigga chain then split | |
| Like I catch him off guard trying to floss at the mall | |
| Them some nice shines, nigga, take that off! man, my grand momma gave me that chain | |
| Sometimes you got to Reup to make that back | |
| Got to grind overtime just to pick up that slack | |
| I sold some to the hommie momma, lost a couple customers | |
| Narcs in Vnecks fit in just to fuck with us | |
| Identifying hustlers | |
| Now I made small time, small nine, still ain' t sloppy | |
| I' m strapped at the swap meet | |
| ' Cuz niggas know I BANG! | |
| Better use it Mother Fucker or I' mma bust your BANG! | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Nigga I' ll be damned if a Nigga don' t eat out here | |
| Slang crack, slang water, slang weed out here | |
| Slang pussy, slang meth, slang E out here | |
| Catch him at the light, right before his cars switch gears | |
| ScHoolboy Q, tell ' em we ain' t thinking ' bout no fair warns | |
| ScHoolboy Q Ready to rock ' em, bring them choppers, knock him out his Air 1' s | |
| Pistol poppers make them helicopters into AirComm | |
| Yelling out redruM, Murder! Murder! | |
| Get me in that window then I, Serve ya! Serve ya! | |
| Scurve in that ' Burban | |
| Swerving like curse ' em | |
| Fuck that double back, slap it in park | |
| Hop out, blam blam, hop back in before it get dark | |
| In broad daylight Nigga | |
| What' s your day like Nigga | |
| I' m surrounded by nighttime hustlers and daylight killers | |
| Daylight skrilla, whenever them chips ain' t straight | |
| Make ' em stip like Magic City on a monday! | |
| Rock!! | |
| Hook |
| Intro | |
| Nigga I' m ' bout that, ' bout that, ' bout that X2 | |
| Nigga I' m bout that, show you why I' m ' bout that. No mask, dirty pistols show you why I' m ' bout that. | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I' m in the hood all day broken plumbing | |
| Sew a nigga down for anything just to get some money | |
| The homie cousin down from Oklahoma, | |
| Trying to work him a spot. It ain' t gone work in his favor if I don' t see no paper I' m mad | |
| Frustrated, you can say doing bad | |
| Took a lost, to bounce back, I need a brick and a half | |
| You ain' t gon' front me? I' m on your front steps like the mailman, better yet your backdoor | |
| You dead on your back porch | |
| Cooperate or get laid down | |
| Got nine ounces on the table, get ' em right now | |
| It' s cutthroat in these projects, young niggas would rob they own uncle | |
| Blame it on the next nigga and kill ' em when they want to | |
| Raised in the jungle, orangutans and RahRah | |
| Twelveyearolds hold backpacks with BlahBlahs | |
| You wonder why we act this way? | |
| It' s the end of the month, you know that them check come late! | |
| Hook | |
| I make everybody feel it when I' m on one | |
| Make ' em feel it when I' m on one | |
| I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I' m on one | |
| Nigga I' m ' bout that ' bout that, | |
| I show you why I' m ' bout that. | |
| No mask, dirty pistols show you why I' m ' bout that. | |
| I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I' m on one | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Two 11' s turned to a 187 in a second when I' m wilding with the Wesson | |
| Don' t believe me? Ask the last dead nigga for a reverend | |
| Smokers up the block, with a lot, of change and shit | |
| Got a dime, need a dub, I need change and shit | |
| Same clothes, three days I never change for shit | |
| Got to code a scheme to snatch a nigga chain then split | |
| Like I catch him off guard trying to floss at the mall | |
| Them some nice shines, nigga, take that off! man, my grand momma gave me that chain | |
| Sometimes you got to Reup to make that back | |
| Got to grind overtime just to pick up that slack | |
| I sold some to the hommie momma, lost a couple customers | |
| Narcs in Vnecks fit in just to fuck with us | |
| Identifying hustlers | |
| Now I made small time, small nine, still ain' t sloppy | |
| I' m strapped at the swap meet | |
| ' Cuz niggas know I BANG! | |
| Better use it Mother Fucker or I' mma bust your BANG! | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Nigga I' ll be damned if a Nigga don' t eat out here | |
| Slang crack, slang water, slang weed out here | |
| Slang pussy, slang meth, slang E out here | |
| Catch him at the light, right before his cars switch gears | |
| ScHoolboy Q, tell ' em we ain' t thinking ' bout no fair warns | |
| ScHoolboy Q Ready to rock ' em, bring them choppers, knock him out his Air 1' s | |
| Pistol poppers make them helicopters into AirComm | |
| Yelling out redruM, Murder! Murder! | |
| Get me in that window then I, Serve ya! Serve ya! | |
| Scurve in that ' Burban | |
| Swerving like curse ' em | |
| Fuck that double back, slap it in park | |
| Hop out, blam blam, hop back in before it get dark | |
| In broad daylight Nigga | |
| What' s your day like Nigga | |
| I' m surrounded by nighttime hustlers and daylight killers | |
| Daylight skrilla, whenever them chips ain' t straight | |
| Make ' em stip like Magic City on a monday! | |
| Rock!! | |
| Hook |
YouTube Results (More on YouTube)