buy it (january)

Singer:robb bank$

i tell 'em stop bullshittin' on a real nigga

civil upbringing but you pushing me to kill niggas

tylenol with that codeine

ho that be my peer pressure

still a pretty bitch i do my dreads at the hair dresser

yeah that life i'm still bout it

smang yo bitch then i'm out it

still sippin' on that drowsy and that range still cloudy huh

fuck boys ain't even allowed around me huh

i'm just sayin' you niggas ain't even much a challenge nah

i'm talkin' bout these drugs more than i used to

and i got a little more confidence than usual

my bitch look like a black barbie

nigga i'm a ken doll

breath smellin' like filet mignon and menthols

prometh blunts on my plate full of regrets

porcelain suicide girl posing like alysha nett

i purgator on a slore after i'm on top of her

with jazz playing in the back like cinemax erotica

all my hoes got accents like they from the tudors

and i don't wear supreme cause i'm trynna be like odd future

so get a even burn on that blizzy and don't skip me

all my bitches double call em nurse joy and officer jenny

now is you bout it?

then be about it

bout it

i wish all you niggas flex but i doubt it

doubt it

blame my age group if i'm being childish

childish

now blow my load in yo bitch mouth and i bet she down it

down it

i'm clownin' but my fans like it

these hoes mad cause i keep who i'm fuckin' private

got a price up on your head then bitch i buy it

buy it

got some money on your head then bitch i buy it

buy it

got oriential sippin bubble tea and eating hi-chew

an ash ketchum snapback

super potion and a raichu

50 floors up in a loft with bad intentions

half naked on the balcony screaming out presence

lil bitch

bout it bout it

all my niggas we bout it bout it

yeah

we bout it bout it

all my niggas stay bout it bout it

we bout it bout it

all my niggas be bout it bout it

bout it bout it

so the fuck you talking bout bitch

yeah yeah

sure sure sure

bout it all my niggas be bout it bout it

and i get 250 off a zip

billy loading up the clip

copped them red monkeys from my blood

and that nigga off blues

used to bang crip

and you fronting me some sticks

and some straws so i can sip

and them bricks

but a week after i had them pigs run through my crib

learned that love ain't what it used to be

and niggas talk about what they ain't about

and that white girls are like superheroes

and ain't shit safe in a safe house

i may pour you some nugs out my bag

or hand you a loosey out of my pack

but it's still savage life so a restaurant

still fold my napkin into my lap

i'm with my girl at an opera

sipping out of a flask

embarrassed her ass cause a nigga made it rain from the stands

lay that towel on the sand

and she won't let me finger fuck her on her period

like i never had blood on my hands

bitch

and i bet you niggas is still serving tree

not me

my trap holding some ovcons

some ecstasies

and some oxys

yeah

that ovo and that xo

play the weeknd while i write false checks

but we roll that dragon fruit

and breathing in the pussy hair on venus x

bout it bout it

all my niggas we bout it bout it

yeah

we bout it bout it

all my niggas stay bout it bout it

we bout it bout it

all my niggas be bout it bout it

bout it bout it

so the fuck you talking bout bitch

yeah yeah

sure sure sure

bout it all my niggas be bout it bout it

now is you bout it bout it

south florida get rowdy rowdy

shouts out if you got it got it

pour me up and i down it down it

hard to pronounce it nouce it

with these golds in my mouth nigga

heard you got some gold up on yo head

yeah you meowth nigga

yeah

is you bout it bout it

yeah

is you bout it bout it

all my niggas be bout it bout

so the fuck you hollering bout bitch

heard your bitch about it bout it

whip out and she ride it ride it

yeah

she gon ride it ride it

so is you bout it?

yeah is you bout it?

yeah is you bout it?

what you talking bout bitch?

yeah is you bout it?

is you bout it?

i be that pretty motherfucker

down south what i'm repping

and that's born and raised

i ain't repping it cause i like the music from all them niggas

i'm dressed in actual pain

pulling 187's

my bitch bumping blu cantrell

i say i'm oriental in a red kimono

trying to help me get my blue belt

and i ain't trying to catch your fuck nigga syndrome

drank so much cough syrup

built up my immune system

i sold my is for half a dime to this little nigga

and copped some paul bearers like the undertaker in 95 lil nigga

yeah

golden rubbers in your denim pockets

but i got fat stacks stuffed in the pockets of these chinos

my emo bitch copped that hot topic fishnet in euros

cop both pancakes then i drown em out with all that syrup

and i'm playing nas with a nazz

and i'm holding something so nigga don't tempt me

black skully like double d

hitting licks like ed edd n' eddy

i'm spirited away off this blunt

with a princess mononoke

and you broke niggas got your hands out

like no face

bout it bout it

all my niggas we bout it bout it

yeah

we bout it bout it

all my niggas stay bout it bout it

we bout it bout it

all my niggas be bout it bout it

bout it bout it

so the fuck you talking bout bitch

yeah yeah

sure sure sure

bout it all my niggas be bout it bout it