Park Hill - Bout It текст песни

Off the Do Si Dos,

Or the Wedding Cake.

That gone get me straight.

Yeah we′re posted on North Ninth,

Traphouse full of weight.

My worker hit a sale, didn't know it was a Jake.

Now they′re kicking in the door & they're screaming it's a raid.

Now we′re hopping out a window cant get caught.

Boydem tried to chase me down but I was off.

Whole hood under Obbo boy thats long.

Thought they could slow us up but they were wrong.

We keep it stepping then we find a next spot.

Dimp′s a chef he gotta whip it into hard.

Water whip it then you gotta let it Rock (Gotta let it Rock).

If you ain't from here you can′t serve on my block.

You cant serve on my

You cant serve on my block.

You can ask about Ray in 'em Traphouses.

My line went dead I got it back bouncing.

Da feds spun my yard it got my heart pounding.

Praises to Allah cause they never found it.

Me & Crime up in the trap for a week cant change our outfits.

Nutri-bullet blender mix it up we pour an ounce in.

I′ll help you make some money but don't come if you ain′t bout it.

Don't come if you ain't bout it!

Took trips OT,

With an Oz of each.

Gotta plug the work, might get stopped by the D′s.

Imma do the dash before they stop and search me.

Gotta make it back to the trap in one piece.

Its a chase down the M1, now we′re off.

We're in that R32, that′s a Golf.

They tried to hop up on our tail, they got lost.

Delete the texts before we pull up to the spot.