In It Lyrics

Yea she love it when a thug get up in it

Baby I be off the drugs, these stupid cups got me finished

You know I be making moves, so I don't got a lot of minutes

Everytime we see a opp, you know we pop him like some chicken

I'm swerving in and out of traffic with a whole lot of digits

I can't bring him on a hit, he do a whole lot of bitching

Member when that boy was talking? Now his soul gettin' evicted

And baby I ain't with that playing, a nigga try me then he finished yea

I got hella blues on me, way more than yo salery

I'm swerving through the school zone in a brand new AMG

And imma put my troupes on, cause they gonna bang for me

I know a couple young niggas who gon do that shit for free yea

All you gotta do is keep it silent, do not say a word

And you know I be dripping with no stylist, that's why yo hoe flirt

My niggas riding all up in insergants, like they Uzi Vert

A nigga think it's sweet because I'm smiling, put em in the dirt