what i'm 'bout

, i pull up on your block, i'm winning when i pop out, i pulled up, bagged a pretty bitch, ain't even have to hop out, well damn, i guess i'm hot now, i fuck it up and rock out, stuff a knot up in my sock, an extra tec up when the cops out, well oh my god, i'm known to shake 'em up when i be slidin' out, i'm trippin', catch 'em slippin', pull the glock out, we all we got, my brothers at the top, we in your pockets, need the guap and all the bitches in your contacts, and don't stop that, baby throw that wop yeah, do it how i like it, i'ma hit it when it bounce back, all white lam looking like a light flash, diamonds on me dancing, got me looking like i'm lightskinned, i look like damn, bitches looking like damn, who the fuck is that, it's young rob, gucci'ed louis'ed down, i spent a bag on a bitch then went to fuck her friend, all around the world i get the bag then run through again, pipe down nigga, pity and you pout nigga, yeah yeah, i'm getting litty in your town nigga, what i'm 'bout nigga, titties, henny, big amounts nigga, yeah yeah, i'm in your city making rounds nigga, what i'm 'bout, hit the grammy then i shout, yeah yeah, i hit the bitch then kick 'em out nigga, what i'm 'bout, this is really what i'm 'bout nigga, yeah yeah, i hit the city make it bounce, it's a vibe, bitch give me the light, ho get out my face lil bitch, you know you ain't my type, i'm a shot caller, feel like ben baller, twenty-four karats, you ain't even got a dollar, feel like stone cold, you lil niggas bold, try and run up on me, leave your lil ass in the cold, i'm the fuckin' man, you niggas some chins, need a hundred fuckin' million, fuckin' hundred fuckin' grand, lil bitch, ayy, bitch i'm off the shit, ayy, shit my wrist ache, i whip it 'til my wrist break, ayy, when i'm dippin' i'ma switch lanes, out on biscayne, where the bitches give brain, ayy, i'm the shit but never look stank, eating big rings, sauce up on my big ranks, ayy, man these groupie bitches insane, don't make 'em give names, i'm balling out like king james, pipe down nigga, pity and you pout nigga, yeah yeah, i'm getting litty in your town nigga, what i'm 'bout nigga, titties, henny, big amounts nigga, yeah yeah, i'm in your city making rounds nigga, what i'm 'bout, hit the grammy then i shout, yeah yeah, i hit the bitch then kick 'em out nigga, what i'm 'bout, this is really what i'm 'bout nigga, yeah yeah, i hit the city make it bounce