Jay Rock - Bout That lyrics

Nigga I’m 'bout that, 'bout that, 'bout that
Nigga I’m 'bout that, 'bout that, 'bout that
Nigga I’m bout that
Show you why I’m 'bout that no mask
Dirty pistols show you why I’m 'bout that

I’m in the hood all day broken plumbing
Sew a nigga down for anything
Just to get some money
The homie cousin down from Oklahoma
Tryna work him a spot
It ain’t gone work in his favor
If I don’t see no paper, i’m mad
Frustrated, you can say doing bad
Took a loss, to bounce back
I need a brick and a half
You ain’t gon’ front me? I’m on
Your front steps like the mailman
Better yet your backdoor
You dead on your back porch
Cooperate or get laid down
Got nine ounces on the table
Get ‘em right now
It’s cutthroat in these projects
Young niggas would rob they own uncle
Blame it on the next nigga and
Kill ‘em when they want to
Raised in the jungle, orangutans and Rah-Rah
Twelve-year-olds hold backpacks
With Blah-Blahs
You wonder why we act this way?
It’s the end of the month
You know that them checks come late!

I make everybody feel it when I’m on one
Make ‘em feel it when I’m on one
I show no sympathy for no one
Especially when I’m on one
Nigga I’m ‘bout that (‘bout that)
I show you why I’m ‘bout that no mask
Dirty pistols show you why I’m ‘bout that
I show no sympathy for no one
Especially when I’m on one

211s turn to a 187 in a second
When I’m wildin with the Wesson
Don’t believe me? Ask the last
Dead nigga for a reference
Smokers up the block, with a lot
Of change and shit need a dime, got a dub
I need change and shit same clothes
Three days I never change for shit
Got to code a scheme to snatch
A nigga chain then split
Like I catch him off guard trying
To floss at the mall
Them some nice shines, nigga, take that off!
(Man, my grand momma gave me that chain)
Sometimes you got to Re-up to make that back
Got to grind overtime just to
Pick up that slack
I sold some to the homie momma
Lost a couple customers
Narcs in V-necks fit in just to fuck with us
Identifying hustlers
Now I made small time, small nine
Still ain’t slop-py
I’m strapped at the swap meet
'cuz niggas know I bang!
Better use it, motherfucker
Or I'mma bust your brain!

I make everybody feel it when I’m on one
Make ‘em feel it when I’m on one
I show no sympathy for no one
Especially when I’m on one
Nigga I’m ‘bout that (‘bout that)
I show you why I’m ‘bout that no mask
Dirty pistols show you why I’m ‘bout that
I show no sympathy for no one
Especially when I’m on one

Motherfucker, I’ll be damned if a
Nigga don’t eat out here
Slang crack, slang water, slang weed out here
Slang pussy, slang meth, slang E out here
Catch him at the light
Right before his cars switch gears
ScHoolboy Q, tell ‘em we ain’t thinking
‘bout no fair warns
Ready to rock ‘em, bring them choppers
Knock him out his Air 1’s
Pistol poppers make them
Helicopters into AirComm
Yelling out redruM, Murder! Murder!
Get me in that window then I
Serve ya! Serve ya!
Scurve in that ‘Burban, swerving like cursive
Fuck that double back, slap it in park
Hop out, blam blam
Hop back in before it get dark
In broad daylight nigga
What’s your day like nigga
I’m surrounded by nighttime hustlers
And daylight killers daylight skrilla
Whenever them chips ain’t straight
Make ‘em strip like Magic City on a monday!
Rock!

I make everybody feel it when I’m on one
Make ‘em feel it when I’m on one
I show no sympathy for no one
Especially when I’m on one
Nigga I’m ‘bout that (‘bout that)
I show you why I’m ‘bout that no mask
Dirty pistols show you why I’m ‘bout that
I show no sympathy for no one
Especially when I’m on one