In Da Bih ft. alo Lyrics

Mike lit and he in this bitch

This beat go crazy bitch

Alo killed it hit the switch

He dished it like a pitch

Said Fucius spit a verse, like which?

Got ammo but don't got the six

Get paper like it's on my hip

It's sticking to me like a stitch

That's crazy I don't want your praise

Got friends to lean on like a brace

I'm out this world I'm high in space

Like skunks you know I'm 'bout to spray

I shine so bright I give off rays

I'll blind you like a can of Mace

I run the game that's wraps embrace

I'm working hard like everyday

My rhyme book filled up with essays

I'm writing while I'm on a plane

Got bored of staying in one place

It's Mexico for next spring break

Go loco in the south, ese

Go loco in the, uh

Go loco in the

You're heated

I mean it

You better check your demeanor

I'm getting cleaner than steamers

I'm gonna lace up my sneakers

When I do laps on the track, I'm running 800 meters

I shake it up like a seizure

Keep it 100 like fevers

These bars will bring you to life I'm getting chased by the Reaper

Got cheated out in nightmares now it's revenge of the dreamers

Got hella diamonds like dealers

Almost as cold as a freezer

I kept it real in the Field

Your girl is up in the bleachers

I got do-it-for-fun rappers begging to give them a feature

Come back and talk when the people have got your songs on the speakers, yeah

I ain't tryna start nothing

I'm just walking down the streets like I'm strutting something

Won't say names but I don't see your fucking mouth shutting

You just chilling in the back but you stay fronting

I said I'm back up in this bitch

With this shit right up in the kitchen

And I know I been the kid

So how all these fuckers my children

Spilled my OJ in the Bronco on my way to Tampa Bay

I'm trying to be the fucking goat but y'all can ride with Russell Wilson, yeah

That was uncalled for

But shit it sounded wavy like she riding the long board

I don't need nobody tell me what the fuck they think I'm supposed to do

Them apologies are long overdue

You don't fuck with me then I'm over you, yeah

Damn all these bitches hating

Drunk as fuck so I'm 'gon smoke to feel amazing, yeah

Popped a perky off the lean ain't no complaining

Bitches playing games but turn up to the shit that I'm creating

I want to bury the hatchet

I want to cut to the chase

I want to spit a verse so fucking hard that the haters will wonder if I need a chaser to cover the taste

Fuck up the club for the culture

Fuck up the city 'cause I been an idol for days

Fuck everybody that never believed in me but it's okay you can't handle the pace, yeah

I said I'm 'bout it, yeah

And you motherfuckers doubted