Be About It lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
New feelings, for the gang and I might cop a Bentley
Or the wraith, cream seats with stars in the ceiling
We was just plotting on the murders, now I'm seeing misery
Foreign hoes on my di*k, I think this b*tch Brazilian
Scottie blunt, so I'm Pippen when I hit my runt
That shotty pump, I wanted one, my n*gga robbed for one
My n*gga, he'll figure it out with this Tommy gun
This ratchet got a drum and I scratched the serial number
I put a period at the end of the sentence if you run on
He ran off with the pack just like he [?] hit his temple
I catch a body all black, then I go put Chanel on
I'm real shiesty, cross him out, I knew that sh*t was dead wrong
Shiesty ways, shiesty days, having shootouts on the e-way
Bullets hit yo' toupee, that's if you give me road rage
Knock his teeth out with this choppa, that's a Colgate
Got a lot of top off from this model, she wear lingerie

[Chorus]
Ayy, ah, ah, better be about it
'Cause my n*ggas come and see about you
I make your momma have to sleep without you
I bet they live without you
I bet they feelings die too
[Verse 2]
Her mama show me coochie moo, she hit the booty doo
I can't give that hoe a dime, she tellin' me her rent is due
Play your ways, you want some money? Hit that block and go pursue
You better sell that coochie boo, 'cause I ain't got sh*t for you
Back in the days I couldn't afford the chain
Now I got the icy things
I was eating rice cakes, now I got the nice baes
I'm in a crazy looking mind state
I done seen a n*gga get fazed
I'm in Memphis, it's a warzone, n*ggas totin' like they renegade
Ay, I got aim inside this Range Rover
I'm shooting sh*t just like my name [?]
I cross him over like I'm Dellavedova
Caucasian shooting Kyle Korver
I just walked the n*gga down, finish him and then I walked over
I got demon vibes when I'm sober
Plus I gotta keep on smokin'
3D diamonds sitting on my neck, ain't no squinting
100k, Audemars Piguet, ain't no renting
Ten on this f*cking Percocet, it got me lifting
Poured a four up in this f*cking cup, it hurt my kidneys

[Chorus]
Ayy, ah, ah, better be about it
'Cause my n*ggas come and see about you
I make your momma have to sleep without you
I bet they live without you
I bet they feelings die too