I'm Bout It Lyrics - Troy Ave

I know it's been a while since you heard it like this 

The boy can't miss, Rolex on the wrist 

Bezel on (-), 'bout time the real returned, we still exist 

Now you wear those, return it when you was at risk 

Tight jeans for boys wasn't popular 

Unless you was in the boy's, man, stop it, bruh 

Too much fashion rats sayin' this and that 

No clothes in facts, everybody's in the trap 

But they ain't never sold no drugs, for really though 

Cause they was dead broke in they first video 

YouTube don't lie, sort it like numbers 

I been gettin' money for the past eight summers 

Bought a Benz all cash, ho picked up a Hummer 

And to think, we wasn't even twenty-oner 

That's not a word, now you know how I feel when these absurd 

Rappers talk about things that never occurred 

Damn it, the nerve, you ain't never brandished a bird 

Or guns on your enemies and gave them what they deserve 

Let a nigga try me, they die, B 

Ain't nothin' sweet, I be on it like diabetes 

Givin' shots, (-) was givin' props 

Sometimes I had to take them in the form of blocks 

Properly, buy and sell like Monopoly 

No top hat, top back and she toppin' me 

She bein' a vixen, all-star attender 

Cake like my birthday, that's in November 

23, I'm a Sage, I'm a swerve 

Whole lot of horsepower, parkin' on the curb 

Hoes want to floss out a coupe wit' a bird 

Call that the Porsche power, meetin' every word 

I do this, might change my name to Brutus 

Cut down the beef, now the money flow fluid 

Bunch of Louis luggage, still your boy never trip 

Gettin' chips, so it's only right I come through all dripped 

Oppies get the lip and get to hold entire clip 

Don't start nothin' and it won't be no shit 

I'm 'bout it, I'm 'bout it, I'm 'bout it, I'm 'bout it, I'm 'bout it 

I'm 'bout it, and I have no limit when I give it like, 'Uhh' 

We made it, yeah, motherfuckers, we made it 

I can't believe this shit 

A hundred on the wrist, two hundred on the neck 

Yo, five on the whip, three milli up in (-) 

I been flippin' bricks since Nas was called Esco 

All eyes on me like a nigga on Death Row 

Out of range shots in niggas, the broads steppin' on drape 

Then the (-) popped the Cs from Lebanon 

Joe been a don, shit is realer than you think 

Still ain't seen a nigga dive in a pool in a mink 

Fuck you done to that shit? That ain't really chinchilla 

This is Joey Crack shit, ain't a nigga been realer? 

And I'm 'bout it, 'bout it everyday, three burners 

Dare touch the powder, or you gon' see murder 

Ever had a bitch bustin' off from givin' head? 

Woke up in the Ritz, ten bitches in the bed 

Niggas rockin' Jordans, but you ain't never meet the brother 

You ain't that important, shit, Oscar got his beeper 

American cartel, never leave a witness 

Everythin' must go like you're goin' out of business 

Trips to Dubai, bedrooms on the first class 

Showers in the sky, reminiscenin' on my first pet 

Far as projects, tryin' to get it all off 

You can get it hard white, or you can get it all soft, it's cold 

Bunch of Louis luggage, still your boy never trip 

Gettin' chips, so it's only right I come through all dripped 

Oppies get the lip and get to hold entire clip 

Don't start nothin' and it won't be no shit 

I'm 'bout it, I'm 'bout it, I'm 'bout it, I'm 'bout it, I'm 'bout it 

I'm 'bout it, and I have no limit when I give it like, 'Uhh' 

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