In & Out
Penthouse with some bitches on vouge
They say that it's cold
Well baby you sniffing in snow
My diamonds on froze so you probably to close
I flooded the gold, I had to go get me some dough
I was trapping IN and OUT the door
Day and Nite had to get it sold
Niggas hate but still listen
Stealing sauce is expected
Don't claim that its yours, it isn't
Cuz' all of my shit is just different
Bitches get paid in attention
I'm shaking through all the tension
We see them junkies injecting
I roll up the backwoods for stressing
I had to trap for a second
I turned twenty-two what a blessing
I need me a better environment
Cuz' I had to get me protection
I had to get me a Wesson
But I don't get my hands messy
Run up on me you'll get lessened
Shoot you up, lose an intestine
Hope that'll teach you a lesson
"Ain't taking no eight today!"
"Fuck up a pack, Ya mom getting shot in her back"
"I came through with the nine"
Let me tell you some facts
The trap is really a trap
So don't get caught up in that
Soon as I started to stack, I knew that it was a wrap
Meditation I relax
Medication with the pack
Hit the gym I'm doing lats
Cuz' I got the hood on my back
Lane switching man I'm swerving
I got to go, got to serve them
Money calling and I heard it
Thats the only thing concerning
Backwoods honey bourbon
Space monkey top shelf
Burning woods like a furnace
Mixing cookies with the sherbet
My money straight like I permed it
Too much drive for a permit
Lean, Perkys so I'm slurring
I'm here to stay that's for certain
They say that it's cold
Well baby you sniffing in snow
My diamonds on froze so you probably to close
I flooded the gold, I had to go get me some dough
I was trapping IN and OUT the door
Day and Nite had to get it sold
Niggas hate but still listen
Stealing sauce is expected
Don't claim that its yours, it isn't
Cuz' all of my shit is just different
Bitches get paid in attention
I'm shaking through all the tension
We see them junkies injecting
I roll up the backwoods for stressing
I had to trap for a second
I turned twenty-two what a blessing
I need me a better environment
Cuz' I had to get me protection
I had to get me a Wesson
But I don't get my hands messy
Run up on me you'll get lessened
Shoot you up, lose an intestine
Hope that'll teach you a lesson
"Ain't taking no eight today!"
"Fuck up a pack, Ya mom getting shot in her back"
"I came through with the nine"
Let me tell you some facts
The trap is really a trap
So don't get caught up in that
Soon as I started to stack, I knew that it was a wrap
Meditation I relax
Medication with the pack
Hit the gym I'm doing lats
Cuz' I got the hood on my back
Lane switching man I'm swerving
I got to go, got to serve them
Money calling and I heard it
Thats the only thing concerning
Backwoods honey bourbon
Space monkey top shelf
Burning woods like a furnace
Mixing cookies with the sherbet
My money straight like I permed it
Too much drive for a permit
Lean, Perkys so I'm slurring
I'm here to stay that's for certain
Credits
Writer(s): Elvin Rodriguez
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