Bout My Shit

[Intro]
(Bout my—bout my—bout my—)
Yeah
(They ain't ready)
Look
[Verse 1]
Walk in, face cold, I don't crack, I don't play
Whole team hungry, every day a payday
Talk tough online, in the flesh, they stay away
Say my name once, make you wish you never prayed
War mode, boots laced, never been a runner
If it's pressure, then it's pressure, make it feel like summer
Hands up quick if you really want the thunder
If I swing first, you won't ever get another (nah)
[Chorus]
I'm really 'bout my shit (bout my shit)
Whole squad 'bout that hit (bout that hit)
They talk, but they ain't on nothing
They bark, but they all start running
I'm really 'bout my shit (bout my shit)
Outside, we don't ever switch (ever switch)
They say smoke, then we slide right in
They ain't ready when we slide, we win
[Verse 2]
Heart ice cold, but my temper too hot
If I lock eyes once, then the fight don't stop
Push one button, whole block gon' rock
If you move like a target, you gon' drop on the spot
Big step, heavy print in the pavement
Told them chill, now they begging for a savior
We don't dance, we just lean on the danger
Every shot aimed, every shot got flavor (boom)
[Chorus]
I'm really 'bout my shit (bout my shit)
Whole squad 'bout that hit (bout that hit)
They talk, but they ain't on nothing
They bark, but they all start running
I'm really 'bout my shit (bout my shit)
Outside, we don't ever switch (ever switch)
They say smoke, then we slide right in
They ain't ready when we slide, we win
[Bridge]
Hands up if you ride like this (hey!)
Hands up if you fight like this (hey!)
If they talking, we don't talk back, swing first
Make 'em all think twice 'fore they speak on this
[Chorus]
I'm really 'bout my shit (bout my shit)
Whole squad 'bout that hit (bout that hit)
They talk, but they ain't on nothing
They bark, but they all start running
I'm really 'bout my shit (bout my shit)
Outside, we don't ever switch (ever switch)
They say smoke, then we slide right in
They ain't ready when we slide, we win (yeah)

rap, Aggressive trap club banger with harsh male vocals; booming low-end, sharp snare, and hypnotic chant-style hook. Verses ride a swaggering pocket with tight ad-libs, call-and-response shouts, and brief melodic lifts on key words. Big-room energy arc: minimal drop into the hook, then layers of crowd vocals and risers building into a final, chest-thumping chorus., male vocals, hip hop, harsh