Yungin - Bout It lyrics

[Intro] Pg that x3 [verse 1] Sitting on that paper its my throne b**h Im on it Hit the studio and I won't come out til the morning Your dreams are in your reach you gotta chase it like you want it This game will make you lose your friends that's why the top is lonely Caught your girl slipping she was caught up in the moment It ain't bout where you came from in this world its where you going Real recognizes real and them n***as know me Spitting all this dope Ima f** around and OD Im smoking by the Oz Im screaming f** the police Im balling so my wrist game proper like a rolie Im smoking on that goody in a paper I don't have a leaf Rap game better let me in cause I don't have a key Boy my n***as down to ride I hope you know that Just because that cake come with candles Ima blow that Catch me in the moment n***a only if its kodak She left me for a minor leaguer now she want the pro back I ain't even trying to please her you be scared to show that Pick her then I run her home now watch me run more back Y'all n***as can't shoot Im like a Steve Novak k**ing sh** for free n***a no catch I started bout a year ago Thats some sh** you need to know n***as want my hoes I ain't tripping they can keep them though Screaming on the track just to leave them with a different note Put it on the web and the air just so my sh** can blow Whoaaa!!!! [Verse 2: Yungin'] Back in the studio poured up two cups Bad b**hes going nuts its Paper Gang in ourself we trust My brother D he rolling up Soop and Block they cutting up Counting so much paper dam my fingers got them paper cuts n***as steady hating the gang but we ain't tripping Take a n***a b**h and I dunk her like Blake Griffin These boys p**y hello hello kitty Beef with the gang and the bangers gone come with it I be k**ing beats and the feds want to indict me On the track I don't think I just do it just like I'm Nike And Im smoking hell of trees getting faded while my b**h drive Boy who is you you did one song and trying to go live Me I go ham in the booth full of them drinks cold Looking over compotision standing hi on my tiptoes Paper Gang or Pgs or whatever you want to call us Can't say f** boys cause thats just what y'all are My flow great you below par Power green in that dutch gar We four deep in that red car Two words we stars Be cool and stop talking so real Before my gang serve your a** like a bar and a grill b**h [Hook] These days n***as is p**y I ain't worrying bout it k**ing these rappers thats why you never heard about them Stay in your lane lil potna look like you merging out it n***as want hop up on the wagon cause they heard Im bout it b**h they heard Im bout it b**h they heard Im bout it n***as hopping on the wagon cause they heard Im bout it b**h they heard Im bout it b**h they heard Im bout it n***as want hop up on the wagon cause they heard Im bout it