IN AND OUT Lyrics

I ain't trippin' he be missin' but this bitch ain't even the tenth

I keep ridin' through the city, bitch I keep a red tent

If you tryin' to get it up, you know this ain't no battle rap

I come back and get to battlin' with that cat, that matter fact

I know he can't see me comin' like a cataract Every time I know I'm smooth, I'm runnin like a Cadillac

I can pick the game up, bitch, you see me in my habitat

I can make you disappear real quick like that lil' rabbit's head

I hear shots stab me in the back, but I don't know, I stab him back

Motherfucker talkin' extra, pick it off my carriage patch

I don't care about your bitch, I fuck her, you can have her back

I said, here you go, lil' brother, you can take your baggage back

I keep runnin' up the city, bitch, and see how traffic act

I keep traffic in the pack and run the fuck back after that

Aftermath of how I'm clappin' be too tragic to react

I can get the charge quicker than a battery pack

I be doin' this shit that I talk about, it's not just rap

If you tryin' to pick it up, you know it's magic when I blast

I gon' hop up on that bitch, I get to slappin' on the track

You know what the fuck I did, I never stop, I can't subtract

If you tryin' to get it up, they never tried to go with that

I won't ever take it back, I'll cost your body with this ax

If you tryin' to pick it up, I never know, I swear I act

Like a motherfucker when I get to bouncin' with the racks

Everybody hate the pay, I keep runnin' in and out

Bitch, I'm still gon' get this money, you better watch your fuckin' mouth

I don't care what people say, bitch, I'm still gon' get the track

I keep runnin' in and out, I get the money, that's the point

Soundin' like my mama talkin' bout the runnin' in and out

I'ma make a hater shout when he find out what I'm about

Yeah, that's how you get in the mouth, all that other shit you talkin

Make sure you do this for clout

Baby, if you love me, go and show this in your cooch

I said that I love you, but you know that wasn't the truth

I said, hey, lil' bubba got the struggle, that's my brother, I'ma shoot

I swear to God, I keep it sicker than the puddle of some puke

I'da be the slippin' in and act like I got butter on my roots

White boy in the clique, but most good, I had to prove

Bitch, I'm cut, I had to shoot, I took a limo yesterday and blew the cut, I had to root

You gon' fumble over words, but won't stutter when the truth

You know we could be humble till we double our produce

It is war when you crumble, make you shocked when you see me

Climb up out that fuckin' rubble with a nuke

Quiet that shit down, quiet that shit down

For whatever they say, hey, I come back and spray

You gon' see that cape comin' out, okay

Tryin' to move away, you don't know what hit me, bitch, but I been on the spray

Everybody hate the pay, I keep runnin' in and out

Bitch, I'm still gon' get this money, you been watchin' fuckin' mouth

I don't care what people say, bitch, I'm still gon' get the track

I keep runnin' in and out, I get the money, that's the pay

I gon' walk inside the booth as soon as I touch down this door

Bitch, I swear to God, I beat them, got the block and had his phone

If you tryin' to get it up, I do this shit right here for fun

In real life, I'm just a trapper tryin' to do this shit and run

Only one motherfuckin' thing I guarantee

When you see me comin', bitch, I carry P5, 4 phone

Bitch, I still gon' get this money, why me hold the phone

I gon' lift it up, don't give no fuck about the way they spun

You better listen up, don't give no fuck about the way it's done

When these feelings on me pickin' up, bitch, you think you sickin' up

Might wanna come by and pick it up, bitch, wanna talk like I'm riggin' up

I come through with the real shit, bitch, better talk about shit today

I give fuck whatever he thought he saw, bitch, we gon' get in the way

Had that bitch come back, I'm drippin' up, don't give no fuck

They tried to hate on me, but give it up, cause they can roll your windows up

I should go to get it, but the ticket come back, bitch, I will

Oh, no, they don't know what happened, bitch, I'll get the senor up

Every time when they send it, bro, every time at the funeral

I give a fuck what they talkin' about, they burn like butane in the room

Yeah, you gotta do it, don't give no fuck about what they talkin

All them clickers on me every single day, they do that often

I be lickin' it up, but it still don't get no fuck, I'm still the same

Run that bed, lil' bitch, you better stay up out the way

I see what they gotta do, they right there, then they got rid like a Hathaway

Bitch, bitch, I'll make you pass away

Hop on top the beat and then I turn into the Cassius Clay

That just means I'm on your top and back up off your ass today

Bitch, I might wanna get it back and never know the pack of tape

I know one thing that could go, I go through a pack a day

But I don't even smoke, bitch, don't want no smoke like you gon' vape

Bitch, I brought it back, I'm from the streets, I'm finna scrape

If they bought that X and they say, how you doin'

I turn into that lil' tiger, say I'm great

Everybody hate the pay, I keep runnin' in and out

Bitch, I'm still gon' get this money, you better watch your fuckin' mind

I don't care what people say, bitch, I'm still gon' hit the track

I keep runnin' in and out, I get the money, that's the point

I go off inside the booth as soon as I touch down, it's done

Bitch, I swear to God, I beat him, got the block and had his phone

If you tryna get it up, I do this shit right here for fun

In real life, I'm just a trapper tryna do this shit and run