Lyrics Bout That Life - Rubberband O.G.

Bout That Life

Rubberband OG

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Yeen Bout That Life

I got my young nas with me
They gone shoot sum
Every n with me
Gone do sum
Y'all n acting trying to prove sum
Like you can't get put
On the news or sum

We got handguns
We got Draco's
I'm the boss man
They shoot you
When I say so
Wear a mask no face
So the case closed

Is you down
To catch a homicde
I wanna see
Them ns Moma cry

Y'all ns food
On the dinner plate
Shoot your car up
On the interstate

Ouuuuu, ouuuu

Front door action
With them sticks
Any n move
He get hit
I'm telling you right now
I'm on the f s
F you
F him
F ya b

DOA and the mob
In this b
You gone get killed
You gone get robbed
In this b
It's Getti day
We gone ball in this b

S S

Is you down
To catch a homicde
I wanna see
Them ns Moma cry

Y'all ns food
On the dinner plate
Shoot your car up
On the interstate

Yeen bout That Life
Im finna show'em
They ain't bout That Life