U Ain’t Bout What You Be Talkin Bout Boosie Badazz & Webbie

[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
Now, you ain't bout that murder murder shit
You ain't down to lose your cool and go and hurt a bitch
We got them hookups on them rentals, now we murking shit
Tinted up, spending, finna let that thirty spit
Bitch do you want your fucking family in black clothes?
The bitches in black dresses, the niggas in black bows
You ain't know? I'm cutthroat, conniver
I'm a bottom boy survivor
Sip syrup, and smoke fire
And I'm wilder than the average thug
I'm hardheaded, my mama told me that
And you gots to be real, all this drama showed me that
Lose your mind if you want to
I got a clique of real niggas who gon' stomp you
And want you to be hollering bout that iron play
And we gon' hit your street tonight, not the next day, that tech spray
Nigga don't worry bout that
They gon' get what they deserve bout that
We gon' cut down they whole curb bout that (What?)

[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
You ain't bout what you be talking bout
You ain't ready for your mama to be walking out (Uh Uh)
That big ass church with all your people, crying, hollering bout
Why you had to take my son, that's what them choppers bout (Is you bout that boy?)