U Ain't Bout What U Be Talkin Bout

Now, you ain't bout that murder murder s*** You ain't down to lose your cool and go and hurt a b**** We got them hookups on them rentals, now we murking s*** Tinted up, spending, finna let that thirty spit B**** do you want your f***ing family in black clothes The b****es in black dresses, the n****s in black bows You ain't know, I'm cutthroat, conniver I'm a bottom boy survivor Sip syrup, and smoke fire And I'm wilder than the average thug I'm hardheaded, my mama told me that And you gots to be real, all this drama showed me that Lose your mind if you want to I got a clique of real n****s who gon' stomp you And want you to be hollering bout that iron play And we gon' hit your street tonight, not the next day, that tech spray N**** don't worry bout that They gon' get what they deserve bout that We gon' cut down they whole curb bout that (what) You ain't bout what you be talking bout You ain't ready for your mama to be walking out (uh uh) That big a** church with all your people, crying, hollering bout Why you had to take my son, that's what them choppers bout (is you bout that boy) You ain't bout what you be talking bout You ain't ready for your mama to be walking out (uh uh) That big a** church with all your people, crying, hollering bout Why you had to take my son, that's what them choppers bout (is you bout that boy) You ain't really bout that s*** you be talking, so stop that talking, you heard me Stop all that talking', and walk it, if you gon' serve me, then serve me And I'm lil Trill Entertainment, so know one thing, I ain't worried 'Cause my family do damage, business ain't handled, it's murder N****s sweeter than Skittles, so they spitting in riddles See that lil' s*** that you spittin gon' have you sleep in hospitals Cause if you beef with my n****s, then we gon' really squad up From choppers to a six, b****, you can't avoid us Rapping bout smoking that killer, don't even smoke killer Even if you did, I wouldn't even smoke with you Ya b****, ya fraud, ya fake, ya motherf***ing fluke P**** all wet, your f***ing booty all loose You and them other two n****s, duck, duck, goose Under the throwback jersey, the vest bullet proof Gangsta s*** jump off, boy you know you finna run out Close your f***ing mouth, before I rip your damn tongue out You ain't bout what you be talking bout You ain't ready for your mama to be walking out (uh uh) That big a** church with all your people, crying, hollering bout Why you had to take my son, that's what them choppers bout (is you bout that boy) You ain't bout what you be talking bout You ain't ready for your mama to be walking out (uh uh) That big a** church with all your people, crying, hollering bout Why you had to take my son, that's what them choppers bout (is you bout that boy) You ain't bout laying under a n**** house, like a mouse And you light his a** up when he come out When it's a drought, we get sick with it You heard about Lil' Trell Gunned down when he was 12 Ever since then it been hell Webbie, and they don't live like we live They don't deal like we deal They ain't real like we real Look, I'm from that track light, that bottom of that SSB Whatever you call it, that s*** lives in me Them n****s kill for free, like Lil' Trell on the love Cause these n****s ain't my equal, and they hating on this lil' thug A lot of n****s scared of y'all, but not me This for them n****s in the rap game, who knock me, but can't stop me And my posse is full of thugs, like Head Busta', Baby Junior, and my n**** Chubbs We dumping slugs on the enemy I thought you was my closest friend, but now on you just a frenemy And this f***ing penitentiary make n****s think they real And when they get out, they got a nerve to pop a pill (but look here) You ain't bout what you be talking bout You ain't ready for your mama to be walking out (uh uh) That big a** church with all your people, crying, hollering bout Why you had to take my son, that's what them choppers bout (is you bout that boy)