paroles de chanson What I'm Bout' - Young Shrimp

Ayo shrimp how you doin?
Tdogg, kill that shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Shrimp on the beat you know the vibes
(Hol up, Hol up)

Off white Air Force gotta keep em' clean
I don't look at the price I don't take no receipt
If you tryna' top me that's a long way to reach
Tell me when you get white gold in your teeth
Hate being sober, man I live like Keef
Gotta sip that lean, gotta smoke that tree
I ain't patient for the cash so you better keep it brief
That's a closed case now, I ain't doin nothin' cheap

All of my fans used to hate
Now I gon' laugh when I see all they face
They always knew I was up with them greats
I never cared for how long this gon' take
Yeah
Hop on the beat and I surf all them waves
I got some secrets I'll take to the grave
If she a hoe then she ain't getting saved
Know where I go ima always get paid
High off the pack out my mind
Skydweller on the wrist I can't waste time
Fuck, too high I can't read time
Big dog hangin' out with them canines
NBA jam on a bitch like Lebron
We been ballin' hard but staying inbounds
Stackin' up the cash do it fast in amounts
Bitch, you ain't gotta ask what I'm bout'

Brand new bitch she a diva,
October baby I done got me a libra
Big bag, but I never carry me a visa
Big face AP, came out the freezer
Young with the money
I don't shop with no budget
I don't even like cash, nah I love it
Hoes be going crazy when they see me out in public
You flexin' on the gram well I already done it
Done it
Who be doing this good plus I'm still a youngin'
I'ma globetrotter yeah posted in the London
Everybody wanna talk there ain't no discussion
I can't hear the cap when I'm smokin' on the Russian
Smoke good pack I ain't even feel nothin'
Smooth when I'm high get a bad bitch blushin'
Not talkin one, man I get em' by the dozens
I just had a threesome damn, two cousins
Wardrobe lookin' like the colors of the rainbow
Rockin' Ricky Owens and the chains hang real low
Hoppin' out the Rolls Royce, damn that's a real ghost
I'm a ghost too yeah they ask where the feels go
Had to get a real bitch, can't fuck with hood hoes
Bad lil' vibe she gon' make me play smash bros
This ain't no game boy, I don't play Nintendo
Wii can switch real quick, on the low, you a ten though

All of my fans used to hate
Now I gon' laugh when I see all they face
They always knew I was up with them greats
I never cared for how long this gon' take
Yeah
Hop on the beat and I surf all them waves
I got some secrets I'll take to the grave
If she a hoe then she ain't getting saved
Know where I go ima always get paid
High off the pack out my mind
Skydweller on the wrist I can't waste time
Fuck, too high I can't read time
Big dog hangin' out with them canines
NBA jam on a bitch like Lebron
We been ballin' hard but staying inbounds
Stackin' up the cash do it fast in amounts
Bitch, you ain't gotta ask what I'm bout'

Yeah, I could put your bitch in some double C sandals
Still sipping mud yeah I got it in my Fanta
I don't fuck with broke boys, gotta up your standards
I could fix them up, yeah I gotta keep the hammer
Yes they be tripping dog, I cannot hang wit em'
Stay with my slimes, they ain't snakes but they finna hiss
I ain't got feelings I'm here for some money
I'm makin' these moves till' the day I get stupid rich