[Chorus]
You ain't 'bout it, lil' n***a, hit the books (Hit the books)
I'm wit' Zen, bitch, we hitting them juggs
I see the feds then I'm runnin' on foot (I'ma run)
I rob the plug, now he sayin' I'ma crook (What the fuck)

[Verse]
Yeah, damn
I need them bands like right now
You don't got a gun, pipe down
I put in my dick, she was like, "Wow"
Slimey ahh n***a, yeah, I'm real foul
I'm making this money, n***as like, "How?"
I fucked a ho in her nightgown
You-You a lil' boy, you is a child
Yeah, I'm smoking on that loud
Fucking this bad ho from the south
I put the zip in her damn blouse
We gon' run up in the house
I got the crack under the couch
I'm fucking his ho, fuck on his spouse
I'm not tryna hear you, shut yo' mouth
I got the blues in my damn pouch

[Chorus]
You ain't 'bout it, lil' n***a, hit the books (Hit the books)
I'm wit' Zen, bitch, we hitting them juggs
I see the feds then I'm runnin' on foot (I'ma run)
I rob the plug, now he sayin' I'ma crook (What the fuck)