Ain't Bout It

Damn, K2 is back I got lumen in his face, I see an opp and im, gon' put it through pain Suck on my dick, APK, sippin' on J, that nigga is strange For the roads that been on the block, me and JB, we been in a lot B-Y-K on my W shot, every single road that I'm ridin' gon' flop Dumbass nigga, I saw him through the window, daKODa he was a bimbo I got the Glock on my head like the gizmo, put the boy on the ground like a willow Went through his cradles like that's not a zero, thoughts on the road would be not bingo Smokin' on Tripp, better do some taquitos, G-Rock cash, but that boy not a dingo I wanna hurt him like I am a psycho, JD got shot like, where did his life go Smokin' on Trey, but don't wanna fight though, hit him in the neck, turn him to a pykon Hit him like, kid R. Kelly, roll up his wood, it's smelly You a dumb, got punched in the belly, runnin' up notti I'm rolling' up melly It ain't your mans, he just got put in my spliff O.Y. kid ain't spittin' on shit, like, bitch, I'm about that shit Like, bitch, I'm really gon' kick his shit, got bro on my left But I keep that Glock on my hip, like, bitch, it's talk on the net But all that shit to my dick, like, why these bitches, they stand for the play Like, worry about me every day, like, you can get shot in your face K.O. like Timbo, lost the race, them hollas knocked him in the face We don't do that, talking that shit on the neck, like, you already know Swiped out Nasi, he ain't the GOAT, J.R.I.P. got hit in his fro These pussies be dyin' like a bitch, you a front bitch, gotta go My crew ain't dead, my crew stands on hoes my crew won't let shit blow You already know how it go, Victor Remy in his dome Bitch, f*ck, f*ck, bitch Walk it, go, walk it Even burnin' like glycerine Run up to him, then turn up to history He the guy shinin', his case is a mystery I'm his number one homie, I diss him, he Ayo, Dakota, we'll put you through misery But for his wrist, there is no complicity He all day, keep it consistently I'ma spit on the bar, quite specially Smokin' on Terra, I got a picture Bad lil' bitch, I told her I miss her Never got black, what you missin' He scared of me, cause I almost just blister Like, bitch, get bagged That pussy, please don't lack Hit a bro, he dead if I bagged Guess I mean when I pull up his trap How you bitch be speakin' on Waco When I catch him, I'm lettin' these shots go Smokin' notti, him with thw hot sauce Niggas don't know that we lettin' them shots go Roll up today, JB Smokin' on nOzzy, for free Then it got packed like I know how to cash Bitch, you fell from the up, now you scared We never give a f*ck Like, bitch, I really put it up Like, bitch, you really better duck Like, bitch, I go right Like, bitch, this is pussy Like, why the f*ck you keep talkin' like Like, I wanna put you in coffin, like You ain't got no option But to up that blick Cause I'm really on shit Like I'm rollin', tryna get you hit Like, bitch, he's talkin' that crazy-ass shit Like, you really goin' through somethin', like That bitch ain't bout it, like If you came, I'd shoot and shit Whoop-de-loop Whoop-de-loop Whoop-de-loop Whoop-de-loop Whoop-de-loop