[Verse 1]
Who would have thought I'd do a trap beat
But I run this sh** just like an athlete
Hottest spitter in the Ham in they ask me
Studied the game while doing my thing
Now I'm a the head of my cla** see
Sophisticated never trashy
Then I pa** the beat like Nash see
With a flow that's oh so nasty
Hold the applause and pick up your jaws
Album coming soon don't ask me
Back in the studio with hits like it was Hiroshima
I ain't going to stop until my homies wheeling in a Beemer
Or a Bugatti or a Maybach
Me and Flatline go way back
But I'm reppin AC
If you ain't me or T p**y n***a don't say that
They say I'm mad, Muhf**a I'm pissed
Any beat I get on I sh** on I guarantee I'm going to rip this sh**
RIP lil homie, man it's just a shame
Feeling like Drizzy Drake right now cause Nothing Was The Same
[Hook]
These n***as know that I'm bout that
They say their flexing I doubt that
They ain't got nothing on me
These women know that I got that
They're trying to find where my spot at
So they can put it on me
Bout That
n***as know that I'm bout that
Bout that
Yeah they know that I'm Bout That x2