DANGER (IN N OUT) Lyrics

Uh, it's Nemo P, we back at it

Uh, I be in and out the bag, you can call me dirty clothes

George Gervin on the court, Iceman with these hoes

Ground floor with the price, Piffy got it for the low

I'm a freestyler in the trap, we be lettin' bows go

Niggas playin' hard for rain, I'm prayin' that it fuckin' snow

Niggas know it's gon' cost, come and book me for a show

Once I touch down, pat my hoes, give bitches a throw

I show niggas how to drag the work, I should've been a toe

Uh, bag bitches, kingpins, freak hoes, drug lords

Nemo P, Baker man, hot cakes, whip it soft

The work is like a itch, in the streets I had to get it off

Ragu, I keep sauce, it's drippin, she gon' lick it off

From the window to the fuckin' wall, pipe jam, fiend smoke it all

I play numbers, box straight, no powerball

Oh, you one of them, prayin' on my downfall

Man, listen, boss man, boss man

That's my nickname, Nemo P kick big game

Dragonfire, Luke Kane, bitch, I don't really chase fame

Niggas love to throw dirt on my name, my niggas dirty like a shit stain

Old white Beamer, cocaine, trap house, trap house

Yeah, we did that, knock knock

We used to be like, who the fuck is that

Stayed down for years, but Nemo no doormat

Watch a bitch nigga with a floor rack, you know where the hoes at

I be in and out the bag, you could call me Dirty Clothes

George Gervin on the court, Iceman with these hoes

Ground floor with the price, Piffy got it for the low

I can freestyle in the trap, we be lettin' bows go

Niggas prayin' hard for rain, I'm prayin' now they fuckin' snow

Niggas know it's gon' cost, come and book me for a show

Once I touch down, pat my hoes, give bitches a throw

I showed niggas how to drag the work, I should've been a toe

Dope in a blender, middle of December

A bad bitch, redhead, I think her name was Ginger

Nemo P keep a lot of spice, stronger than ginger

I'm too hard to forget, niggas always gon' remember

This flow is hall of fame, be easy for beginners

This lifestyle be wearin, no saints or sinners

I be celebratin' bullshit, you never was a winner

Niggas put the B in bitter, Nemo P pick of the litter

Handed shots to my liver, Bacardi gold if it's finished

Run the beats down, blow the whistle, this shit a scrimmage

I don't need nobody, cause I built my own image

Born to lose, but somehow a nigga keep winnin

Niggas thought I fell off, don't hold your fuckin' breath

I'm countin' money from before, niggas don't got shit left

I'ma make it last forever, gotta move like Keith Sweat

And shit forever on my dick, the way I look, gotta wet

I be in and out the bag, you can call me Dirty Clothes

George Gervin on the court, Iceman with these hoes

Ground floor with the price, Piffy got it for the load

I'ma freestyle in the trap, we be lettin' bows go

Niggas playin' hard for rain, I'm prayin' that it fuckin' snow

Niggas know it's gon' cost, come and book me for a show

Once I touch down, pat my hoes, give bitches a throw

I showed niggas how to drag the work, I should've been a toe