Shys Debiocci - Bout That Lyrics

My uncle told me, ok
If you a gangsta
You don't gotta speak bout it, woo
Got a lot of young niggas
Can't even dream about it
Uh, yeah
Shorty wanna be a thug
Til he running and ducking and dodging
These fuccin slugs yeah, yeah
If you say that you gangsta
You better be about it, be bout it
It's sharks down in that water
Better get up out it, ok
I been doing my thang
You better read about it
You claiming to be street
But I really doubt it, ay
Doubt it, ay
I really doubt it, ay
Doubt it, woo
That shit ain't valid, ay
Valid, ay
Valid, ay
Valid, ay
Yeah, yeah
I was taught by some G's
Brought up by some thugs
Got homies reppin C's
Some throwing blood
Never roll without my heat
I keep it just because
These haters wanna see me deep
I ain't touching the mud
F*ck em
I walk around with these benjis on me
Designer fit with the drip
You lookin dingy homie
Take a clip for the lip
For talking greasy on me
Put the press down you fuccas
Like y'all niggas owe me
Haters
Yall probably mad cause y'all bitches on me
Deep dicc in their stomach sound like macaroni
Karats sitting on my chest
I put a salad on me
I'm number one
That's a no-brainer
Khaled on em
My uncle told me, ok
If you a gangsta
You don't gotta speak bout it, woo
Got a lot of young niggas
Can't even dream about it
Uh, yeah
Shorty wanna be a thug
Til he running and ducking and dodging
These fuccin slugs yeah, yeah
If you say that you gangsta
You better be about it, be bout it
It's sharks down in that water
Better get up out it, ok
I been doing my thang
You better read about it
You claiming to be street
But I really doubt it, ay
Doubt it, ay
I really doubt it, ay
Doubt it, woo
That shit ain't valid, ay
Valid, ay
Valid, ay
Valid, ay
Yeah, yeah
Always watching my bacc
Case niggas wanna take my chain
Bitch I'ma die for a cause
Who the fucc wanna die in vain
We was taught to go and get it
Yall was taught to take
We was taught to keep it real
Yall was taught to fake, ayy
Never leave the house without that stick on me
Make sure you always make it home
That's from the big homie
A dark cloud on my head
If it never been on me
Fucc them niggas Shys
I'm wit ya
That's what my bitch told me, facts
And my bitch be on me
24 like Kobe
When I get hot she cool me off
She don't want the old me
Cause the old me
Will hit the shot like Robert Horry
That means I'll clear the blocc
Like Allen and Lee Boyd
My uncle told me, ok
If you a gangsta
You don't gotta speak bout it, woo
Got a lot of young niggas
Can't even dream about it
Uh, yeah
Shorty wanna be a thug
Til he running and ducking and dodging
These fuccin slugs yeah, yeah
If you say that you gangsta
You better be about it, be bout it
It's sharks down in that water
Better get up out it, ok
I been doing my thang
You better read about it
You claiming to be street
But I really doubt it, ay
Doubt it, ay
I really doubt it, ay
Doubt it, woo
That shit ain't valid, ay
Valid, ay
Valid, ay
Valid, ay
Yeah, yeah