’Bout It lyrics

(Chorus)
(oohh) Ima queen we can war if you bout it
Always got the heat homie never without it
sh*t with the ice, The sh*t gotta price
Now you a f*ck b*tch I get ya miss in the night
Wit the lil' homies do it big like f*ck it
A pretty ass b*tch but the sh*t I say ugly (Huh-huh-huh)
The sh*t I say ugly, pretty ass b*tch but the sh*t I say ugly (schwag, schwag)

(Verse 1)
Today 'em b*tches acting smart I told the stupid b*tch easy n' act yo part (part part part part)
Today 'em b*tches acting smart I told the stupid b*tch easy n' act yo part (part part part part)
Cause' then she just actin' hard cause n' the b*tch yeah right I ain't had the start (start start start)
Doesn't she seems to be acting wrong n' I be repping the truth when I rap these songs
Where my short b*tches at they be rappin' long n' if you ain't iunno what type of crap you on
Get off your broke ass pus*y b*tches lying n' sh*t
Fix yo face think again before you try some sh*t
Cause b*tch I'm beauty but a beast till you tryna kid
Got that Jamaican n' that Indian and China b*tch (Augh-Augh-Augh-Augh-Augh)

(Chorus)
Ima queen we can war if ya doubt it
Always got the heat homie never without it
sh*t with the ice, the sh*t gotta price
If you a f*ck b*tch I get ya miss in the night
Wit the lil' homies do it big like f*ck it
Pretty ass b*tch but the sh*t I say ugly (Huh-Huh-Huh)
The sh*t I say ugly, pretty ass b*tch but the sh*t I say ugly (schwag, schwag)
(Verse 2)
My b*tches animals they eat them mauches (Augh)
I'm bout the money and the p*nis after bra
This such a fake world I need these actors (Augh)
I do me I don't plea these bast*rds (Augh)
Same day different sh*t, real b*tch its a crime
Momma told me f*ck them n*ggas so I never give 'em time
Take a number dizzy line yellow b*tch she I give 'em mine
b*tch you deaf b*tch you blind yellow b*tch sh*t till we f*cking die
C-C-Coke crew, n*gga gold gang, I'm on some new sh*t so f*ck 'em for them old thang
Let 'em hoes sang, let 'em sl*ts f*ck, and b*tch f*ck love, all work no play
I gotta thin b*tch, I gotta fat b*tch, and now these groupies getting at me cause I'm traffic
So I autograph it, homie holla but I pass it
Baby I ain't got time I be up in the ass b*tch

(Chorus)
Ima queen we can war if ya doubt it
Always got the heat homie never without it
sh*t with the ice,That sh*t gotta price
If you a f*ck b*tch I get ya miss in the night
Wit the lil' homies do it big like f*ck it
Pretty ass b*tch but the should I say ugly (Huh-Huh-Huh)
The sh*t I say ugly, pretty ass b*tch but the should I say ugly (schwag, schwag)

I'm bout it bout it, I'm bout it bout it
Uhh I'm bout it bout it, f*ck yo feelings biiiiiiiiiiitch
Aughh!!!