Goin In Lyrics

My baby mama been trippin' on me, homie, oh well

Just to be honest, I'm a fuck shhhh in a hotel, for real

Thirteen, I was middle man'n me dope deals

Sixteen, I was scrapin' skates on a coke scale

And my coattail been

Draggin' you bitches, draggin' you hoes

Imagine me taggin' and baggin' and ditchin' them off of the road

I beat up her back and I tell her to go

Spreadin' her legs and I'm leavin' them froze

She cumin' and cumin, you already know

Keepin' her pussy wet, runnin' with moe

Ain't no gums bumpin, I ain't talkin' past on a pillow pad

Them loose lips still choose to dip

While they pullin' crack through a Brillo pad

Yeah, I'm really mad, where the money at? Yeah, I'm with it, Jack

Where the money at? Yeah, I'm with a Jack

Boy, I swear to God, I'm goin' in on em

Boy, I swear to God, I'm goin' in on em

Boy, I swear to God, I'm goin' in on em

Till I ride and ride with them ends on me

I ain't worried about friends, homie

Toyota with the dent on me

GA to the TEN, homie

With a suitcase full them drugs on me

I ain't worried about love, homie

Motherfuckin' fake love, homie

Yeah boy put a dollar on it, watch ya boy flip it like an acrobat

Whoa, homie, gettin' swoll on him

Chew a hole through you like a pack of rats

Smooth on em Burt Bacharach

Fine bitches get they back attacked

Give me one more for my town

Give me one more for my city

I got one more for her mouth

Then I'ma go bust all her titties

You know that I'm straight from the south

The paper done stumbled up plenty

I got off the snow and I'm out

One hundred, that's really

I swear to God, I'm goin' in on em