Kent - Bout It lyrics

[Verse 1: Grizz] Midwest n***a, ride clean when I'm coming through you know I got to cruise Young n***a, with a dollar and a dream make a dream come true Like how I'm whippin' the Chevy, all of my crew yeah the ready f** all beefin' its petty, I rather stack it so heavy I rather stack so heavy but dog that's just me Everybody ain't like me and I really start to get that now Heard you had the club going up, na I heard you got shut down All my fam here right toast to that, Bombay, James Row we can smoke to that I'ma get man can't sh** to back 24 in two years I'ma Kobe that (like what) [Verse 2: Kent] Cause all we do is party on the weekday We only care what them freaks say Goin' head tell the DJ, to put this sh** on replay And it's our year, count it up and it's all there Ballin' like a ball player, yeah like a ball player (yeah, yeah) Dizzle in the cut, Jam rollin' up We too turnt up, yeah we too turnt up (yeah) What you need we got that in between Rollin' gas and we sippin' on that lean [Chorus: Kent & Greg Owens] Anything you want, I got it (yeah I got it) Anything you need, I got it (yeah I got it) Anything you want, anything you (yeah) If you got to ask, I'm bout it (yeah I'm bout it) [Verse 3: Zae] Making moves like Mike Jagger, check the padding I'm all swagger Yeah star player, I'm all she need, Aaron Rodgers I'm throwing deep Hail mary baby come with me, yeah come with me I'll let you ride it Beat it up girl domestic violence, fly boy low key I'm a pilot It's hard to feel pressure when nothing is better No L's on my record I'm Money Mayweather They all getting desperate the Hotline Bling They call it reject it, don't leave me a message My ex's keep checking, the chicks I'm collecting They knew they blew it, I said they regret it All on my own you got respect it The city connected, we T'd up and reckless [Verse 4: Greg Owens] Now put your hands up in the air if you wanna have a good time Don't wanna deal with no bull sh**, you'll turn around and get left behind Everybody looking a leader, so who is better than I Tell the DJ to play my song, guarantee everybody hands to the sky (yeah) Why you hating, I'm just blessed, while I'm here I must confess That I'm trying to become the best, until I'm done and I'm laid to rest I got this G is right on my chest, stands for great and nothing less Trying to shoot me down like Malcolm X But I'm still here, so watch me flex (boy) [Chorus]