letra de how bout you - injury reserve
[intro: stepa j groggs]
hey man
why don’t you ever make no music we can turn up to man?
trying to get busy with them ratchets (swag)
swag
[verse 1: stepa j groggs]
not worried about my appearance
more concerned on getting music out so y’all can hear this
more concerned about parker’s samples getting clearance (f-ck clearance)
yeah i wear jays, but this shirt and jeans were in the clearance
section 80 bumping in the tape deck
best not rate this nothing less then an 8, bet
your life savings,our music is life saving
god d-mn p that sh-t is hot i need to let it breathe (woo)
swag yolo turn up, that sh-t is played out
cl-ssic sh-t is back so enjoy it now before your turns up
don’t be surprised in a year or so you do a show and know body turns up
pg but this sh-t is really rated r
still pending hopefully the message will load soon
injury reserve mic check 1 2 1 2
we dope as f-ck n-gga how bout you
[hook: ritchie with a t]
sh-t we just trying to turn up n-gga (how bout you?)
swagged up to the max n-gga (how bout you?)
got my pants on sag n-gga (how bout you?)
you know a n-gga dgaf n-gga (how bout you?)
you know i started from the bottom n-gga (how bout you?)
you know i only live once n-gga (how bout you?)
you know i stay smoking blunts n-gga (how bout you?)
don’t worry ‘bout me (give a f-ck about you n-gga!)
[verse 2: ritchie with a t]
swag swag taylor gang got my middle finger up
yah i work at mcdonalds but i don’t really give a f-ck
all my pay checks goes to pounds of weed and a pair of chucks
mitch-ll and ness snapbacks for b-tches with the biggest b-tts
school wasn’t for me, i didn’t like being ordered around
i’d rather take peoples orders
quarter pounds with a large fry
what else would you like
gold all on my chain, gold on my bike
well its spray painted but you only got one life
i heard my new favorite rapper on the radio last night
that sh-t f-cking hit, i’m ready to function
i’m trying to get lit, until i can’t function
35, fast food’s now my career i’m like f-ck sh-t
got 4 babies out of all the girls that i bust in
my moms bas-m-nt is almost fully custom
my memories are just a blur of substance from all this substance
[hook: ritchie with a t]
sh-t we just trying to turn up n-gga (how bout you?)
swagged up to the max n-gga (how bout you?)
got my pants on sag n-gga (how bout you?)
you know a n-gga dgaf n-gga (how bout you?)
you know i started from the bottom n-gga (how bout you?)
you know i only live once n-gga (how bout you?)
you know i stay smoking blunts n-gga (how bout you?)
don’t worry ‘bout me (give a f-ck about you n-gga!)
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