Bout It Bout It

[Verse 1: SK Laflare] Uh, First off fuck you and your bitch Your gang and your clique I'm not that bitch 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, Pass the clip Strapped to win, If he flinch Snatch his wig Watch this bitch 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 Fuck that, give me loot I'm killin her, killin him, after that, killin 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 Bitch, Mike Uzi, Know he bout it bout it Yeah, Vince Staples, Know he bout it bout it And that nigga Speak? You know he bout it bout it Yeah, Wolf Gang, You know they bout it bout it And all my niggas That bang, they bout it bout it All my crip niggas? They bout it bout it Bangin neighborhoods, They bout it bout it And all my blood niggas? They bout it bout it To my cousins tryna make it out the county Bitch I'm bout it bout it We bout it bout it! Yeah... we bout it bout it