Lyrics Molly Brazy – Bout Shit

Reuel stop playing with these niggas
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Yeah

You ain’t bout shit

I’m fucking with the dough man
Yeah, pussy tried to fuck around
Yeah, all you niggas is some fucking clowns
Ah, I pull up and then I gun you down
Put the beemer to your head
Send hollows, then your body fall
Run round with that chopper on my lap, bitch I will knock you off
All about my money, want your money, I don’t fuck with y’all
Niggas scared, they ain’t moving
«Dawg, it only take a call»
Niggas fraud, tripped a couple times, lil’ nigga I ain’t fall
Bitches hating, but they can’t do shit, so all they do is talk
Yeah, nigga we don’t play around
I pull up and then I gun you down

You ain’t bout shit
You ain’t bout shit
Talking bout you got them bands
You ain’t got shit
You ain’t hot shit

Cuban in here with me, she will take your life
Say you gon’ take some shit from me, yeah fucking right
Have my nigga Rondae at your fucking house
He won’t fucking miss he got a hundred rounds

You ain’t bout shit
You ain’t bout shit
Talking bout you taking trips
You ain’t bout shit
You ain’t bout shit
Fuck the cops bitch
Slide down your block
I don’t fucking miss

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He won’t fucking miss he got a hundred rounds