Song: Bout That
Year: 2007
Viewed: 57 - Published at: 4 years ago

[Intro: Twisted Black]
This your boy, Twisted Black
You waited long enough, man
This real street shit
I pledge allegiance, to spit it like I live it
And get it like I spit it
We finna show it right here, uh-huh

[Verse 1: Twisted Black]
Let me see you niggas lay back in your seats
Feel the track move like it's crack in the streets
(Who are you?) Twisted Black, I'm surprised you ain't heard of me
Dr. Detroit, famous for bird surgery
The brick refurbisher, but keep it on the low though
Niggas catch a complex when you get money solo
Oh no, I ain't 'bout to stop 'cause they hate now
My K towel spits out the answers like AI
May I, introduce before I get too cocky with it
Twisted Black, I'm hard to look at like Rocky Dennis
The streets locked me in it, and I ain't tryna change my ways
To a nigga catch a case or get sloppy with it
You better know me if you see me, see me if you know me
Street niggas know just where I'm goin'
For real 'bout the cash, I ain't sayin' it 'cause you rhyme
The street mongoloid, I ain't sayin' it 'cause I grind, I'm about that
[Chorus: Keese & Twisted Black]
I'm about that, money, cash, clothes
Spit it how I live it, play the game how it goes
I'm about that, pistols, money, work
Jewelry and hydro, syrup, and caseloads
I'm about that, hustlin', grindin', flippin'
Stayin' on the ave, pushin' chickens for a livin'
I'm about that, somethin' thick, bowlegged, and pretty
Ridin' 'round with me while I represent my city

[Verse 2: Kylo]
Look, none of your business on the windows, a buck in the floorboard
Came up, then fell off, and ain't got nothin' to show for it
Back to the drawin' board, rocks in my fist, nigga
It's hard bein' broke when you known as a rich nigga
Used to be the birdman, sellin' so-and-so somethin'
Now how it look? So-and-so sellin' me a thirty-one
Dickies and a strap, back in the trap servin'
Plus the rumor is that my bitch got a girlfriend
I can't even worry 'bout that though, my goal is to cop soft
And make it back to the point I only gotta drop it off
And make bitches move at a snap like The Fonz do
Seven karats on my middle finger out the sunroof
(Fuck 'em!) On all you haters that loved it when I was gone, homie
And all you niggas that quit answerin' your phone on me
Got somethin' for you if you try it again
Hey, I don't mean to talk the movie, but you die at the end
[Chorus: Keese & Twisted Black]
I'm about that, money, cash, clothes
Spit it how I live it, play the game how it goes
I'm about that, pistols, money, work
Jewelry and hydro, syrup, and caseloads
I'm about that, hustlin', grindin', flippin'
Stayin' on the ave, pushin' chickens for a livin'
I'm about that, somethin' thick, bowlegged, and pretty
Ridin' 'round with me while I represent my city

[Verse 3: Twisted Black]
If you niggas is unfamiliar, I ain't hit your hood yet
In the 745, 500 of my 'Vette
Just give me a few minutes, I promise to be in it
It's cold, I'm minked out, in summer time, it's linen
Twenty is the co-defendant, somethin' with motors in it
'Vette so sweet like General Motors sinnin'
You niggas know the business, I ain't got to say a word
Wanna fuck with Twisted Black, hey, I am in Fort Worth
Catch with me anywhere pro'ly posted on the curb
But ever hand-to-hand, I just watch my niggas serve
Don't get me twisted, I done broke me down a bird
And I ain't 'bout to last from the 1st to the 3rd
Underneath the railroad tracks right by the curb
I buried two more bricks that I call my reserve
I do this shit for real, I get the cash up out a nigga
And I ain't wanna bite you, but I ask you about a nigga
[Chorus: Keese & Twisted Black]
I'm about that, money, cash, clothes
Spit it how I live it, play the game how it goes
I'm about that, pistols, money, work
Jewelry and hydro, syrup, and caseloads
I'm about that, hustlin', grindin', flippin'
Stayin' on the ave, pushin' chickens for a livin'
I'm about that, somethin' thick, bowlegged, and pretty
Ridin' 'round with me while I represent my city

( Twisted Black )
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