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izzy-meeks - bout that lyrics

gross domestic product, hyeah, whoohh

muf-ckas wanna ride yo train when you on top and they gone when the money stop
it’s all good when dude can eat yo food latest ride with the latest shoes
the same dude get rude when you old news new rules now you the fool
sh-t change in the game when you ain’t cool no watch no fancy jewels (hyeah)
they say i objectify treat they -ss like objects
but they only concerned with my bank accounts and my wallets
i swear these hoes be accountants in nail polish
where was you b-tch before the new 6 and any kinds of profits
they ain’t sh-t but some half wits they don’t think with the logic (unh unh)
you would swear i was profit crystal b-lls in the necklace (unh unh)
and these n-ggas on some cop sh-t tried to pat down my pockets (unh unh)
i tried to keep it ice cube b-tch but i’m about to go ruthless (agh agh)
them bags ain’t insured when them jakes take you to state farm
stack money for cold day like squirrel do with them acorn
i got good lawyer get people off call him internet p-rn
even if he can’t ima hustler no corrections no reform
all black is my uniform marvin g-ye lets get it on
big barrels donkey kong while talk sh-t like port a johns
we in the war room no pentagon seeing me with my gun drawn
and not squeeze you better off looking for some bacon at ramadan
starving artist take my food ima draw blood
turn your face abstract leaking like a flash flood
expressionist become symbolism i paint picture with my realism
like art flow with no easel grind hard for my people
b-ss bumping like measles you wanna raise the stakes i see you
raid yah crib and spray you mosquitoes i’m the rap version of the beatles
one life to live with no sequels so i risk life rolling illegal i’m like

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who’s that bumping through your radio only 16 rolling that mercedes hoe (rolling that mercedes hoe)
whole d-mn life been about the dough if you know my now b-tch you finna know (b-tch you finna know)
real n-gga i’m bout that (b-tch im bout that)
real n-gga i’m bout that (i been bout that)
real n-gga i’m bout that (ima stay bout that)
real n-gga i’m bout that

right back to that back block i’m ducking hard from them winslows
my family matters a lot so i’m tryna grind us outta this sh-t hole
but on the way i bought black benz had a pocket full of them pesos
got a couple watches and few chains and a closet full of them sweet clothes
n-gga trying jack be ending up deceased call me diabetes n-gga ain’t sh-t sweet
call my choppa eddie cain cause it stop heart beats
all about my bread i’m the wolf of state street
been around the world i done seen most of the almanac
can buy a lotta things but i can’t buy my time back
captivated by life take in views like a snap chat
where i’m from n-ggas ain’t living to see black jack
but i made it you made the game i just played it
flip the sh-t then erased it name on the scoreboard and they hate it
you know how many f-cking times they hated
coulda layed down but i’m to dedicated
so i chase my dreams with a fire like satan h-ll if i know why the f-cking grind updated b-tch

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