Nle Choppa - Be About It Lyrics

Be About It Song Lyrics
Be About It by NLE Choppa [Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
New feelings for the gang and I might cop a Bentley
All the way, cream sequence, stars in the ceiling
We was just plotting on the murders, now I’m seeing misery
Foreign hoes on my dick, I think this b**ch Brazilian
Exotic blunt, so I’m pimping when I hit my runt
That shotty pump, I want it when my nigga rob for one
My nigga, he’ll figure it out with this Tommy gun
This ratchet got a drum and I scratched the serial number
I put a period at the end of the sentence if you run on
He ran off with the pack just like he [?] hit his temple
I catch a body all black, then I go put Chanel on
I’m real shiesty, cross him out, I knew that sh*t was dead wrong
Shiesty ways, shiesty days, having shootouts on the e-way
Bullets hit yo’ toupee, that’s if you give me road rage
Knock his teeth out with this choppa, that’s a cold case
Got a lot of top off from this model, she wear lingerie

[Chorus]
Ayy, ah, ah, better be about it
‘Cause my niggas come and see about you
I make your momma have to sleep without you
I bet they live without you
I bet they feelings die too

[Verse 2]
[?] show me coochie moo, she hit the booty doo
I can’t give that hoe a dime, she tellin’ me her rent is due
Play your ways, you want some money? Hit that block and go pursue
You better sell that coochie boo, ’cause I ain’t got sh*t for you
Back in the days I couldn’t afford the chain
Now I got the icy thang
I was eating rice cakes, now I got the [?]
I’m in a crazy looking mind state
I done seen a nigga get [?]
I’m in Memphis [?] some niggas totin’ like they [?]
Ay, I got aim inside this Range Rover
I’m shooting sh*t just like my name [?]
I cross him over like I’m [?]
Caucasian shooting [?]
I just walked the nigga down up in the shipment, then I walked over
I got demon vibes when I’m sober
Plus I gotta keep on [?]
3D diamonds sitting on my neck, ain’t no squinting
100k, Audemars Piguet, ain’t no renting
Ten on this f**king Percocet, it got me lifting
Poured a four up in this f**king cup, it hurt my kidneys

[Chorus]
Ayy, ah, ah, better be about it
‘Cause my niggas come and see about you
I make your momma have to sleep without you
I bet they live without you
I bet they feelings die too