Focus... - Bout That lyrics

[Intro] n***a I'm 'bout that, 'bout that, 'bout that X2 n***a 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 n***a 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 loss, 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 n***as would rob they own uncle Blame it on the next n***a and k** ‘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 checks 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 n***a 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] 211's turned to a 187 in a second when I'm wilding with the Wesson Don't believe me? Ask the last dead n***a for a reference Smokers up the block, with a lot, of change and sh** Need a dime, got a dub, I need change and sh** Same clothes, three days I never change for sh** Got to code a scheme to snatch a n***a chain then split Like I catch him off guard trying to floss at the mall Them some nice shines, n***a, 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 homie momma, lost a couple customers Narcs in V-necks fit in just to f** with us Identifying hustlers Now I made small time, small nine, still ain't slop-py I'm strapped at the swap meet 'Cuz n***as know I bang! Better use it, motherf**er, or I'mma bust your brain! [Hook] [Verse 3] Motherf**er, I'll be damned if a n***a don't eat out here Slang crack, slang water, slang weed out here Slang p**y, 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 cursive f** that double back, slap it in park Hop out, blam blam, hop back in before it get dark In broad daylight n***a What's your day like n***a I'm surrounded by nighttime hustlers and daylight k**ers Daylight skrilla, whenever them chips ain't straight Make ‘em stip like Magic City on a monday! Rock!! [Hook]