Ayy, i just wanna thank god
Ayy, for all the blessings
Ayy
Ayy, ayy
On my momma, on my hood (my hood)
I get high, i look good (look good)
Throw your bag and i keep that b#tch full (b#tch full)
All about mine and i got it out the mud
’cause i’m ’bout that (’bout that)
I’m ’bout that
b#tch, i’m ’bout that
b#tch, i’m ’bout that
’cause i’m ’bout that (’bout that)
Came straight from the bottom, n#gg#, we got that (got that)
We was hungry, now i watch all my n#gg#s count racks (count racks)
For this life we live, on my momma, yeah, i’m ’bout that (’bout that)
I’m ’bout that
I’m ’bout that
’bout that, ’bout that
b#tch, i’m ’bout that
Yeah (maybach music)
Livin’ like a movie, eddie murphy checks (uh)
Holyfield crib, eddie murphy necks (uh)
Heavy diamonds on me and the turtle necks (turtle necks)
{?} murders that’s dodgin’ and robbin’, givin’, it’s time that we start to live it (uh)
Couple bottles and got us a pot to piss in (yeah)
Couple models and {?} the clubs to get in (ooh)
Call this {?} party until the {?} turn thе block to holy ground
The choppas’ll hold me down (hold me down)
Big boots, all whitе like bobby brown (grr)
Big smoke, they smell it from out in bronx
West coast, they mail it all by the pounds (the biggest)
Big {?}, i pray this {?} now (lord)
Double r, the b#tches they get around (ooh)
Twenty cars/guard, them brothers we can’t {?}, sit down
On my momma, on my hood (my hood, it’s the biggest)
I get high, i look good (look good, m-maybach music)
Throw your bag and i keep that b#tch full (b#tch full)
All about mine and i got it out the mud
’cause i’m ’bout that (’bout that)
I’m ’bout that
b#tch, i’m ’bout that
b#tch, i’m ’bout that
’cause i’m ’bout that (’bout that)
Came straight from the bottom, n#gg#, we got that (got that)
We was hungry, now i watch all my n#gg#s count racks (count racks)
For this life we live, on my momma, yeah, i’m ’bout that (’bout that)
I’m ’bout that
I’m ’bout that
’bout that, ’bout that
b#tch, i’m ’bout that
I remember all them days we couldn’t eat proper (eat proper)
Ramen noodles on the stove, now we eatin’ pasta (eatin’ pasta)
Never hate on nobody, but don’t wait on nobody
Firecrackers, i don’t give a f#ck, we in the streets poppin’ (streets poppin’)
We ’bout that
Everybody gon’ take an m, i don’t count that (yeah)
Write a blank reality check, and watch it bounce back (yeah)
We was {?} without rat
Don’t know where me and my n#gg#s would be without that
{?} with my main, ain’t gotta work no more
Couple m’s with no degree, got my diploma
It broke my heart when i was on my dick, on couches at home
I wish a n#gg# would have the nerve to tell me, “be humble”
I’m ’bout my son and his kids, kids {?} his uncle
{?} on my {?} and everything i love was part of the stressin’
Had to do it again just in case they thought i was lucky
From the bottom of the {?}, and now we goin’ global
On my momma, on my hood (my hood)
I get high, i look good (look good)
Throw your bag and i keep that b#tch full (b#tch full)
All about mine and i got it out the mud
’cause i’m ’bout that (’bout that)
I’m ’bout that
b#tch, i’m ’bout that
b#tch, i’m ’bout that
’cause i’m ’bout that (’bout that)
Came straight from the bottom, n#gg#, we got that (got that)
We was hungry, now i watch all my n#gg#s count racks (count racks)
For this life we live, on my momma, yeah, i’m ’bout that (’bout that)
I’m ’bout that
I’m ’bout that
’bout that, ’bout that
b#tch, i’m ’bout that
Find more lyrics at westlyrics.com
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases
Podgy Hodgy – Snufkin
Lixx Array – Lover’s Moon
Kent Jones Lyrics – Bout That