"Bout That Life" lyrics
Your fuckin right I turned my likeness to a gold mine
It's about money nigga hit me on that gold line
Yeah, lot changed since last summer so if it ain't about numbers don't dial my number
Five racks a show and come February Imma need five more
King Henry got a nigga eyes low and every time you see me I'm sparking like pyro
Eyes on like the orange men double R's on my cardigan you know what squad I'm in
Labels don't come at me with those funny deals
We can do this ourselves unless you got some mills
Don't play with that boy niggas let me through the door and I came to destroy
High'd up weed and Konradt on the mic no procovol needed
Believe it
At ease
It's the sounds of the kush god feel the weed
Now cool out
Cool out
Cool shit you know what my crew 'bout
We get bread, cop rides, take big trips cause we 'bout that life [x2]
Uh
ROOOOOOIGHT
Imma force to be reckon wit
Either niggas gone respect it or get checked I'm mobbin heavy with my set
My brotha spitta got a ticket I'm tryna help him flip it
Multiply by ten mo' Bentley's mo' Bentley's on you bitches
Paint the picture no Instagram filter
Fuck city housing nigga 'bout to see a realtor
Feel me
Fuck you think we really rap for
Silly
To get fuckin Twitter followers
Really
You niggas sound illy like cousin Todd's song
Life gone all wrong
Haters get you smoke to some palm palms
Strong arm like Krondon
Flow tighter than longjohns
I bomb on you rap niggas
Other than the cool table
Occupy wack shit [?] gotta pay taxes
I told 'em constant runnin through my town you gotta deal with Rugby Thompson
ROOOOOOIGHT
At ease
It's the sounds of the kush god feel the weed
Now cool out
Cool out
Cool shit you know what my crew 'bout
We get bread, cop rides, take big trips cause we 'bout that life [x2]
We 'bout that life
Uh
ROOOOOOIGHT
It's about money nigga hit me on that gold line
Yeah, lot changed since last summer so if it ain't about numbers don't dial my number
Five racks a show and come February Imma need five more
King Henry got a nigga eyes low and every time you see me I'm sparking like pyro
Eyes on like the orange men double R's on my cardigan you know what squad I'm in
Labels don't come at me with those funny deals
We can do this ourselves unless you got some mills
Don't play with that boy niggas let me through the door and I came to destroy
High'd up weed and Konradt on the mic no procovol needed
Believe it
At ease
It's the sounds of the kush god feel the weed
Now cool out
Cool out
Cool shit you know what my crew 'bout
We get bread, cop rides, take big trips cause we 'bout that life [x2]
Uh
ROOOOOOIGHT
Imma force to be reckon wit
Either niggas gone respect it or get checked I'm mobbin heavy with my set
My brotha spitta got a ticket I'm tryna help him flip it
Multiply by ten mo' Bentley's mo' Bentley's on you bitches
Paint the picture no Instagram filter
Fuck city housing nigga 'bout to see a realtor
Feel me
Fuck you think we really rap for
Silly
To get fuckin Twitter followers
Really
You niggas sound illy like cousin Todd's song
Life gone all wrong
Haters get you smoke to some palm palms
Strong arm like Krondon
Flow tighter than longjohns
I bomb on you rap niggas
Other than the cool table
Occupy wack shit [?] gotta pay taxes
I told 'em constant runnin through my town you gotta deal with Rugby Thompson
ROOOOOOIGHT
At ease
It's the sounds of the kush god feel the weed
Now cool out
Cool out
Cool shit you know what my crew 'bout
We get bread, cop rides, take big trips cause we 'bout that life [x2]
We 'bout that life
Uh
ROOOOOOIGHT
