inna room ft. TTG Jelli Lyrics

Yo- alright bro, this shit

Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, (Hey, good looking Ashton)

Come on

18s 18s

I'm at brody crib, we got bricks in the room

Blew over 500 zips in the room

We got chops, so it's extra clips in the room

He talkin' choppy, we gon' bend like a spoon

Bitch it's 18s, I ain't known to follow rules

I was trappin' through the halls, makin' sales in the school

Caught a opp on second, left him pale by the school

Brody ridin' with a hammer, get you nailed with the tool

My shooter pull up dumpin' with the 10 from the middy like he Kai

When it come to spinnin' blocks, I need a 50 for the Glock

When I let that, uh, get to spittin', it get hot

We got dogshit, so your hoe can't pick a side

I'm finna hit the road, zip of crud for the ride

He playin' with my pape, I'm finna send him up to God

My cup black as me, I'm finna pour another line

And I hate to admit it, I'm in love with gettin' fried

Shit, now I'm gettin' high

Two hoes and me in one whip, I'm feelin' like that guy

Two, two chains on, I wish a nigga try

I swang the rock to bro, he threw it up, I dunked it like I'm Bron

Let me get up in that mode, I wasn't even tryin

It ain't shit to call big buzz and go and drop a-

It ain't shit to call big buzz and go and drop a dime

Ridin' 'round with them wild niggas, fuckin up the town

I just took your bitch down in the room

Yeah, we got chops, we cleanin' rocks like a broom

You ain't turnt if you not in this room

Slide down with that big bass, yeah, we brought the boom

At Saks, with hella pape I'm tryna buy the room

I'm high as hell can really touch the star, done walked past the moon

They done flipped that nigga car, but I won't tell who

I be with real deal steppers, shout out to the troops

I'm at brody crib, we got bricks in the room

Blew over 500 zips in the room

We got chops, so it's extra clips in the room

He talkin' choppy, we gon' bend like a spoon

Perky in my system, got me higher than the moon

Turn you to a victim if I hit you with the tool

Up and I ain't missin' with the blick, you'd think I went to school for hittin' niggas with the switch

I ain't really in the mood, nigga, come and get your bitch

Rollin' up a five-gram wood out a zip

You a storyteller, album sounded like a myth

On the gram talkin' dirty, it ain't shit to get you rinsed

It ain't shit to get you drenched

Popped up, or get your ass left in the mist

Lil' bro don't really care about ridin' the bench

Cause when he get his PT, he shoot, and he don't miss

I go and put that shit on and don't post shit

You don't know shit and you ain't got no motion

And I got your bitch wet like a ocean

I'ma go rollercoaster, on the block, we be posted bitch

I'm at brody crib, we got bricks in the room

Blew over 500 zips in the room

We got chops, so it's extra clips in the room

He talkin' choppy, we gon' bend like a spoon

Perky in my system, got me higher than the moon

Turn you to a victim if I hit you with the tool

Caught a opp on second, left him pale by the school

Brody ridin' with a hammer, get you nailed with the tool