bout that - the godfather & bandgang masoe lyrics
[intro: bandgang masoe]
’bout that sh*t (you ain’t ’bout that sh*t, n*gga, i know you just cappin’ ’bout it, you)
that you be rapping ’bout
(mia jay c)
(you don’t know none of that, n*gga, you not made for this sh*t, you not ready)
you just cap a lot
you ain’t ’bout that sh*t (you really p*ssy, we know it, we know it)
that you be rapping ’bout (i hear you, jay c)
you ain’t ’bout that sh*t (ain’t know none of that sh*t, n*gga, we already hip to you, we schooled)
you just cap a lot
[chorus: bandgang masoe & the godfather]
you ain’t ’bout that sh*t (you ain’t ’bout it, n*gga, i know you ain’t ’bout it)
that you be rapping ’bout
you ain’t ’bout that sh*t (pure p*ssy, bro a p*ssy n*gga, p*ssy)
you just cap a lot
you ain’t ’bout that sh*t (you n*ggas ain’t ready for this sh*t, n*gga, we were made for this sh*t)
that you be rapping ’bout
you ain’t ’bout that sh*t
you know what the f*ck goin’ on, n*gga
you just cap a lot
[verse 1: the godfather]
you ain’t ’bout that sh*t that you rap about
three shots from the mini drac’ got him tapping out
suppressor on that four*five fn, it don’t make a sound
you don’t see me on the train, best believe i took the ‘hound
thought this n*gga woke up from the dead, got me blacking out, i’m tripping
you ain’t ’bout that sh*t, n*ggas b*tches
know the loudest in the room bе the first that started snitchin’
fully k hit his door, i d*mn near took it off thе hinges
with twin 38s, i’m coming red dead redemption
them 7.62s quick to stop a n*gga engine
if you ain’t in the streets, don’t play my music, you won’t get it
relentless, feel like my n*gga g, i’m really k!lling
[chorus: bandgang masoe & the godfather]
you ain’t ’bout that sh*t (you ain’t ’bout that sh*t, n*gga, i know you just cap about it)
that you be rapping ’bout
you ain’t ’bout that sh*t (you ain’t know none of that, n*gga, you not made for this sh*t)
you just cap a lot
you ain’t ’bout that sh*t (man, p*ssy, we know it)
that you be rapping ’bout (these n*ggas ain’t on sh*t, mas)
you ain’t ’bout that sh*t (you ain’t on none of that sh*t, yeah)
you just cap a lot
[verse 2: the godfather]
you ain’t ’bout that sh*t, we all know it
you say you got a drop on the opps, i’m all for it
n*gga, don’t ask me where the chop, let my dog hold it
hit your b*tch from the back, she like how i stroke it
n*gga, you ain’t on sh*t, you swimming in lotion
soon as they crop touching down, i flew into oakland
i’m chilling, pouring lean by the ocean
still’ll send a blitz at your goofy ass when you ghosted
you get twenty*five, you get caught with that switch, still tote it
if my mans testify, i’ma k!ll him for that ho sh*t
she want me and fully to f*ck her, she know we both lit
we both rich, catch they ass in twos, get ’em both zipped
[chorus: bandgang masoe & the godfather]
you ain’t ’bout that sh*t (you ain’t ’bout that sh*t, n*gga, i know you just cap about it)
that you be rapping ’bout
you ain’t ’bout that sh*t (you ain’t know none of that, n*gga, you not made for this sh*t)
you just cap a lot
you ain’t ’bout that sh*t (it’s really p*ssy, we know it)
that you be rapping ’bout
you ain’t ’bout that sh*t (you ain’t on none of that sh*t, n*gga, we already hip)
you just cap a lot
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