Song About You

And blood in pocket, but on the low you fuck his relative

You can get killed for the shit you doing, yeah I'ma say that

And I'm a real one out of Bompton, bitch you know I stay fact

Took a plan B, used no rubbers and still give him cat

Ain't learned your lesson, but inside yeah you stressing

You ain't use no condom for that pussy while you was fucking

Hear conversations thinking hard while you was fucking

You like them other bitches out the city, yeah they do that

Ain't no rewind, ain't no fake life, you can't bring it back

Bitches say niggas stupid, no I think bitches stupid

Got a kid, live a bool life and still wanna be famous

You bitches kill me with that shit, yeah you need the big bat

I need y'all cake too, I'm like you need the big bat

But who am I? Shit, what I know?

So I'ma just leave until you get the dough

I wrote this song 'bout you

You know this song 'bout you

Suck a nigga dick then you go and fuck his friends

I wrote this song 'bout you

You know this song 'bout you

Never had morals now she fucking

I wrote this song 'bout you

You know this song 'bout you

Drop his kids off then you pull up in his Benz

I wrote this song 'bout you

You know this song 'bout you

Never had trust, do anything to win

Silky like Slim, tilt my brim

Keep a little something for her, him and them

Niggas see plotting like bitches but I don't care

Dressed in designer shit, a real player

Hip-hopping Crip walking, tick tock, boom

Bitches and drank and smoke fill the room

Look up in the sky, it's the D-O double G

My nephew Slim, blood moving with me

Connected, West Coast protected

A hundred million more green guys have been collected

Corrected, you've been directed

It's all about you my nigga, you've been selected

Don't run from this game I'ma hit you with

Same one I get you with and lit you with

These lames so conspicuous but I don't really give a shit

I wrote this song 'bout you

You know this song 'bout you

Suck a nigga dick then you go and fuck his friends

I wrote this song 'bout you

You know this song 'bout you

Never had morals now she fucking

I wrote this song 'bout you

You know this song 'bout you

Drop his kids off then you pull up in his Benz

I wrote this song 'bout you

You know this song 'bout you

Never had trust, do anything to win

That shit banging like a motherfucker

Ayo Slim, that shit banging loc

For real though, good looking out

Yeah, Compton and Long Beach together

You know what it is

B's and C's, making straight cheese