(Intro)

What you know bout it? (x2)

(Chorus) (Nookie)

What you know 'bout it? What you know 'bout it?

This is our year and we ain't never forget about it (Bout it!)

(x4)

(Verse 1)

This that shit you play right? (right?)

When you walking into stadiums

Got work shoes on and lacing 'em

Who work harder than me?

Catch more fades than barbers see

And more brain than Harvard degrees

And no breaks like driving off-streets

Boy, I'm swerving out in Texas

Ubering in Fort Lauderdale

Come back home, I'm a normal nineteen year old with some college girls

Get high and drinking wine

In my prime, I'm a narcissistic, optimistic, kind of different, highly gifted, fly as shit, bitch

I'm in the sky, just copped one-way tickets

She said "Take me to Hollywood", I took her to my crib quick

Lookin' deep in my eyes, swim and ride this vision

'Cause I look past bickering, pointing fingers, and wondering who did it

Nook on the hook and it still be flame

He got "No Chill" today

Thought you were on my heels, well hey

'Imma just fuck up your feels today

And I'm feelin great, reason why you're feeling good

Mixing something with that liquor just so it can get me through it

(Chorus) (Nookie)

What you know 'bout it? What you know 'bout it?

This is our year and we ain't never forget about it (Bout it!)

(x4)

(Verse 2)

Baby, I'm a prophet

I'm predicting no losses

Reason why they don't get it is because they never got it

They thought I was out of options

I'm too young, I'm too cocky, I'm too this, and I'm too that

Too middle class to be so artsy

Show my ass flash paparazzi if I'm given a chance

I know this girl is all I want but she can't fit in my plans

Response is "You are such a dick, how does it fit in your pants?"

I reach drastic heights for this average size, you know what I'm saying?

Young god in this bitch, baby

Finally in LA, I get more shit done homeless on the strip than home at the crib baby

Why ain't I rich? Maybe, I should get a job and have the rest of my life suck but that's just not how I'm gon' live

Crazy? That's what he is maybe

That's what he been lately

That's what he was last week, that's who he is today see

That is Mitchell Bailey

And you expect no different

I keep no secrets, I'm Fourteen Beechwood up in the building

(Chorus) (Nookie)

What you know 'bout it? What you know 'bout it?

This is our year and we ain't never forget about it (Bout it!)

(x8)