IN & OUT Lyrics

In and out, think it's a slut, the way I bust quick

I'm finna call my opp bitch up so she can set this pick

Don't let your driver slide two faxes, I'll flip your whip

I swear to God his ass should've died cause I don't miss no hits

I could've been paid for y'all drop but I don't leave no tips

Catch a hat and then cut my hair, I'm finna take a trip

Ain't no coach but call him plays when I'm known to blitz

Man I'm a tweaker, watch y'all mouth cause man I'm known to trip

These feds took my last gun, I'm finna get a Glock

Niggas get high and go live, I call that cap a lot

And all that moving real loud, it got LeStefon shocked

And we'll really hit you up but never met too top

Before I spin I let them know man I don't need to knock

I'm on that rental, try to score, I'ma have to block

Yo bitch heard I dropped some heat and now she on my cock

You send her low, we pullin' up, man we comin' to drop

Man I might score on her opp cause I'm off the bench

Don't get to playin' with them bills, I'll turn you to a cent

And all that simpin' bout that hoe, that's why she set the pick

Me and bro texting yo bitch, that's why we hit so yeah

I ain't no leg shooter, I'm the type to hit you in yo lips

Boy I'll run yo ass down, so yo ass better not trip

Man it's a parlor on this hip, I'm finna take that risk

If it's sarcastic shut your mouth man, you better not snitch

I'm on the phone to try to rush her, I'ma have to blitz

I'm goin' in for a M cause I don't miss no hits

Man I'm the type to get up on you, put your face back

I sent too many to the sky so they can't shake back

Don't wanna buy a gun, he got a blick, I take that

You want some fire, dead niggas, I got a A pack

I'm raising hell to the sky, they want Larray back

It consequences when you tweak, you get your face smacked

Before I leave the spot I grab my drugs and grab my stick

Don't let the dicks try this whip cause I'ma stuff yo bitch

Hell no you can't get soup if you ain't sucking dick

My nigga tip stay on go but that's my tall ass pick

Before you beef with us, thinkin' bout you dyin' fast

Phone ringin' all day so I don't like to crash

Hunch on high, you know all year I'm finna find his ass

You movin' if he think we slime then I'ma slime yo ass

You don't gotta ask, there's no rhyme, niggas know that

Mac around, free my evil twin when he out

Boy we might bend, please don't let them go to the neck

Cause we gon' spin again, 50 shots, boy I'm on that rim

I'm killin' many men