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bout it - big yba lyrics

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[intro]
(why this beat so complex?)

[chorus]
i got the glock on my reach, n*gga try to run up, he get popped ’bout it
ayy, f*ck n*gga try to act tough, he can go with his move, he get stopped ’bout it
you know that we the ones tweakin’, f*ck n*gga act up on the set, then he bound to get dropped ’bout it
ayy, this for them boys that be claimin’ it’s up and it’s stuck when y’all be the same ones to cop out it
how you want smoke with this sh*t? make ’em choke ’bout it (ayy, make ’em choke)
how the f*ck you my opp? i don’t know ’bout it
ayy, n*gga must want him some clout off of me, but too bad he gon’ die to know ’bout it
ayy, boy, you the type to found out where you b*tch gettin’ f*cked to be all in your feelings, then ho ’bout it
boy, i put d*ck in your b*tch ’til your ho had enough and i bet you won’t know how to go ’bout it (uh, uh, uh)
[verse]
ayy, don’t give a f*ck if a n*gga be flashin’ his bl!ck ’cause he ain’t on sh*t ’til he blow out it (at all)
it ain’t even beef if you say ’cause that’s why i’m the goat in this sh*t, ask your ho ’bout me (the goat)
if you scared, you can go meet the reverend, i’ll send you to heaven, they ask, i’ma say i don’t know ’bout it
that b*tch on me like 24/7, i’ll send you a blessin’, you claim you want smoke with this sh*t, make him choke out it
before a young n*gga was active on instagram, been tryna chase me a blue check (no cap)
how the f*ck these lil’ n*ggas my opps nowadays? was a fan, now he claimin’ a new set (how the f*ck?)
on the set, i ain’t worried ’bout a n*gga, i hear n*ggas post up with guns they ain’t use yet
ayy, and i been hearin’ it’s smoke through a hole, but a n*gga ain’t light a fuse yet
i been chasin’ that bread like monopoly
i could show you a text from your ho in my phone, she been tellin’ me that she proud of me (ayy, lil’ eli and ’em)
and whenever we f*ck you know we goin’ low, sh*t, it’s like this lil’ ho never tired of me
but i gotta remind her she just my lil’ ho, she gon’ be out here thinkin’ she talk to me (ha)
b*tch, i be that lil’ n*gga they tryna be

[chorus]
i got the glock on my reach, n*gga try to run up, he get popped ’bout it
ayy, f*ck n*gga try to act tough, he can go with his move, he get stopped ’bout it
you know that we the ones tweakin’, f*ck n*gga act up on the set, then he bound to get dropped ’bout it
ayy, this for them boys that be claimin’ it’s up and it’s stuck when y’all be the same ones to cop out it
how you want smoke with this sh*t? make ’em choke ’bout it (ayy, make ’em choke)
how the f*ck you my opp? i don’t know ’bout it
ayy, n*gga must want him some clout off of me, but too bad he gon’ die to know ’bout it
ayy, boy, you the type to found out where you b*tch gettin’ f*cked to be all in your feelings, then ho ’bout it
boy, i put d*ck in your b*tch ’til your ho had enough and i bet you won’t know how to go ’bout it (b*tch)
[outro]
keep that b*tch right there, word on gang, keep that b*tch right there

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