Ritchie with a t - How Bout You lyrics

[Intro: Stepa J Groggs] Hey man Why don't you ever make no music we can turn up to man? Trying to get busy with them ratchets (Swag) Swag [Verse 1: Stepa J Groggs] Not worried about my appearance More concerned on getting music out so y'all can hear this More concerned about Parker's samples getting clearance (f** Clearance) Yeah I wear Jays, but this shirt and jeans were in the clearance Section 80 bumping in the tape deck Best not rate this nothing less then an 8, bet Your life savings,our music is life saving God damn p that sh** is hot I need to let it breathe (WOO) Swag YOLO turn up, that sh** is played out Cla**ic sh** is back so enjoy it now before your turns up Don't be surprised in a year or so you do a show and know body turns Up PG but this sh** is really Rated R Still pending hopefully the message will load soon Injury Reserve mic check 1 2 1 2 We dope as f** n***a how bout you [Hook: Ritchie With a T] sh** we just trying to turn up n***a (How bout you?) Swagged up to the max n***a (How bout you?) Got my pants on sag n***a (How bout you?) You know a n***a DGAF n***a (How bout you?) You know I started from the bottom n***a (How bout you?) You know I only live once n***a (How bout you?) You know I stay smoking blunts n***a (How bout you?) Don't worry ‘bout me (Give a f** about you n***a!) [Verse 2: Ritchie With a T] Swag swag taylor gang Got my middle finger up Yah I work at McDonalds but I don't really give a f** All my pay checks goes to pounds of weed and a pair of chucks Mitchell and Ness snapbacks for b**hes with the biggest bu*ts School wasn't for me, I didn't like being ordered around I'd rather take peoples orders Quarter pounds with a large fry What else would you like Gold all on my chain, gold on my bike Well its spray painted but you only got one life I heard my new favorite rapper on the radio last night That sh** f**ing hit, I'm ready to function I'm trying to get lit, until I can't function 35, fast food's now my career I'm like f** sh** Got 4 babies out of all the girls that I bust in My moms basement is almost fully custom My memories are just a blur of substance from all this substance [Hook: Ritchie With a T] sh** we just trying to turn up n***a (How bout you?) Swagged up to the max n***a (How bout you?) Got my pants on sag n***a (How bout you?) You know a n***a DGAF n***a (How bout you?) You know I started from the bottom n***a (How bout you?) You know I only live once n***a (How bout you?) You know I stay smoking blunts n***a (How bout you?) Don't worry ‘bout me (Give a f** about you n***a!)