[Verse 1: SK Laflare]
Uh, First off f** you and your b**h
Your gang and your clique
I'm not that b**h that you wiz
Huh, You don't make sense
Take two to the ribs
Too late, make you wish you kept it safe for your kids
I don't pretend, Pa** the clip
Strapped to win, If he flinch
Snatch his wig
Watch this b**h get chipped like cheap paint
Can't stop now
Checkin eyes get your block tore down
At the rise we runnin' it from so Cal
Got that work out, swole now
More pounds, move sour
Loud toys, cowboys
Shootin all these hoes down
They give us news, give us blues
f** that, give me loot
I'm k**in her, k**in him, after that, k**in you
Politicians and they business suits
They the real criminals
They give us artificial, and keep the natural minerals
'012 tuck a pistol cause ain't nobody missin' you
I said it's '012 tuck a pistol, cause ain't nobody missin' you
[Hook]
Laflare, You know he bout it bout it
b**h, Mike Uzi, Know he bout it bout it
Yeah, Vince Staples, Know he bout it bout it
And that n***a Speak? You know he bout it bout it
Yeah, Wolf Gang, You know they bout it bout it
And all my n***as That bang, they bout it bout it
All my crip n***as? They bout it bout it
Bangin neighborhoods, They bout it bout it
And all my blood n***as? They bout it bout it
To my cousins tryna make it out the county
b**h I'm bout it bout it
We bout it bout it!
Yeah... we bout it bout it