Songtexte Bout That - King Royal feat. Radio Base

I seen them niggas on them comments
Talking all that shit all that nonsense, goofy
Killed the rap game off that fly shit, oopise
Come and knock a nigga out his conscience
I seen em on the gram like they bout that
He posting with the yoppa, he ain't bout that
The bitch done made an onlyfans, she ain't bout that
RDE the clan, you know we bout that

If money ain't involved then i'm out that
Spalding, if I fall imma bounce back
No money counter lil bitch let me count that
These rappers need a red nose with they clown ass

Dropped some bread on my nigga for the commissary
Then he came home, (what else) and we was watchin niggas
Pussy cats & rats the game was startin to look like Tom & Jerry
Bitches act like niggas and these niggas act like Tyler Perry, damn

Niggas cap boy they feminine (what else)
Drop ya hottest shit, we still ain't listening
My potna got them twin glocks, same thing, synonyms
My girl yellin gimme that D Troi, no Michigan

Ain't talkin suit & tie but you know what the business is
Do what u do lil woadie don't leave any witnesses
It's up like a pilot yoppa make racket no Wimbledon
I just pop on em and drop on em & pop on em and drop em
NIGGA BOP

Don't let me lace up these Timbalands
Mask on like i'm trying to practice social distancing
My Virgina niggas spin ya block & then they spin again
Cause in the hood cops show up later than yo nigga friends (on gang)
I was sippin gettin dizzy I was wilding
Now I'm hustle for my city getting busy I be riding
If you catch me with a blicky then its simply for surviving
I just pop on em and drop on em & pop on em and drop em
NIGGA BOP

I seen them niggas on them comments
Talking all that shit all that nonsense, goofy
Killed the rap game off that fly shit, oopise
Come and knock a nigga out his conscience
I seen em on the gram like they bout that
He posting with the yoppa, he ain't bout that
The bitch done made an onlyfans, she ain't bout that
RDE the clan, you know we bout that

Betting money at the gun range I'm bout that
Got some piece for 16 it's a loud pack
0 to 60 in 5, about a mile back
Come for this chain like dawg make sure you bout that
Dancing with my cup and this blicky
You can find me in the club like 50
I got drugs in my drank I'm getting trippy
This bitch ain't got no edges dog I'm picky, ugh
Her nails and her toes both match
Hottest nigga in my city dawg that's a fact
Wrestling with this bitch 'til she tap
Getting head, counting money in the trap like that like ugh
Pistol in my hand not my lap
It's a whole lot of rap
I really started from the dirt
Fucked his bitch I had to hit him where it hurt yeah, go
He want to do something but he ain't bout that
Don't worry lil nigga you can have her back
Sent her back without the pussy
He like "Damn where the pussy at"
Coldest, the boldest, she let me hold it, then I sold it, ugh yeah
He ain't bout that, I had to kill the cat

I seen them niggas on them comments
Talking all that shit all that nonsense, goofy
Killed the rap game off that fly shit, oopise
Come and knock a nigga out his conscience
I seen em on the gram like they bout that
He posting with the yoppa, he ain't bout that
The bitch done made an onlyfans, she ain't bout that
RDE the clan, you know we bout that