Not Bout

GLLLLLLLLLTTTTTTTT GANG
It's Looted It's Looted
It's Looted It's Looted
It's Looted It's Looted
It's Looted Gang Gang Gang
Ga Gang Gang
It's Looted Gang Gang Gang
Ga Gang Gang
It's Looted Gang Gang Gang
Yea It's Looted Gang Gang
It's Looted Gang Gang Yea

Talkin gangsta
You know that's what you not bout
Slide thru wit sticks and drums we came to rock out
Nigga claim he got the drip
So we bringin mops out
Carbine wit the stock out
Spin and air ya block out
Young niggas wild they gon shoot it wit the cops out
Red dot and headshots brains pop out
That nigga dead opps dread we blew his locks out
Spark the opp pack shit Punchin like a knockout
I pull up hop out
Bitches on me once they see me pull the guap out
Ya bitch was loyal
That's before I pulled my cock out
Spot the opposition glizzy bangin like it's locked out
Quick to send a flock out
These niggas be fake
Ain't my friends gotta watch out Whippin in the kicthen
Ima chef wit the pot out
I'm up in the trap
Or I'm tryn take opps out
Draco wit a drum shoot till all the bullets drop out

Slidin wit glizzy he pass me the glizzy
Yea it's time to get busy
Glock wit 2 titties this bitch hold like 50
We spin thru his block and we lookin where is he
We catch that boi lackin ain't showin no pity
Ya bitch on my body wanna give me the kitty
Yea I ain't got front she a bad biddie
Hit from the back while I'm grabbin her titties
My racks BIG got me feelin like biggie
I'm spinnin them racks that shit makin me dizzy
Yea I'm wit a white bitch she thick like she Iggy
I'm lit off the henny I'm pullin her remy
She buss like a semi
Spend racks I got plenty
Racks fall out my jeans
Damn I got to many
We slide in a hemi
Opps I don't seek any
You fuck wit the gang you gon die like you Kenny
I do what I want
They ask questions like can he
Try to run up keep a smith like im kenny
Give em a shot
I don't care if he twenty
Forty will cook a lil nigga like denny's
Paramedics found em on the ground like penny
Back on my bullshit feelin like benny
You see how I'm comin you saw me on entry
Niggas be actin give em a Emmy

Talkin gangsta
You know that's what you not bout
Slide thru wit sticks and drums we came to rock out
Nigga claim he got the drip
So we bringin mops out
Carbine wit the stock out
Spin and air ya block out
Young niggas wild they gon shoot it wit the cops out
Red dot and headshots brains pop out
That nigga dead opps dread we blew his locks out
Spark the opp pack shit Punchin like a knockout
I pull up hop out
Bitches on me once they see me pull the guap out
Ya bitch was loyal
That's before I pulled my cock out
Spot the opposition glizzy bangin like it's locked out
Quick to send a flock out
These niggas be fake
Ain't my friends gotta watch out Whippin in the kicthen
Ima chef wit the pot out
I'm up in the trap
Or I'm tryn take opps out
Draco wit a drum shoot till all the bullets drop out



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Writer(s): Ronnie Jones
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