In N Out (feat. Gvapo Nunu)
Go get sum mf bandz
Give a fuck bout sum mf friends
I know some killers gone spin
And just hop out the van
They gone give his lil bitch ass a tan
And my brudda he fresh out the can
They Gone Ship it and
Wait fa the gas pack to land
I'm Young but yea I got a plan
And they want me to stop
But it won't ever end
And I fw my brudda like my mf twin
You trying to squab we gone hop Ina blend
Smokin mf zotic don't pass me no mid
Im shootin dice bitch I gamble no bid
If its up then its stuck get smoke like cig
Hop Ona beat and you know how I get
I can't fuck wit that bitch
If that bitch throw a fit
Ima empty his pockets he look like a lick
And lil nu beat it up get it gone ina week
I can't fw the bitch if she ain't a freak
Off of that mud and that gas got me geeked
Yo bitch she a junky my bitch stay on fleek
I ran it up off a trappin and juggin
The fuck is you lookin at stop all that muggin
Get poped like a pill
And my shoulder I'm shrugging
Aint bout the money then stop all that buggin
I got a case and dat bitch hold a dozen
You aint send the blitz you aint pressin no button
I'ma hit fa Sum bandz
Give a fuck bout a hunnid
He was doin that dissing
He gone all of a sudden
I'm gone
He was doin that dissin
He gone all of a xxsudden
Picked up a pad and start chasing my dreams
I'm thinking bout sippin codeine
Guap inna cut wit a stick wit beam
And he on go so it's green
Do Nut let yo bitch see my fade it's krispy
Cause then she gon want me to kreme
My life a movie but this ain't a act
If you play then we making a scene
I got sum niggas gon bust off the muscle
Like they just ben up in the gym
When i shoot my lil shot it be nothing
But net so they think ion fw the rim
And i'm good in the paint
I can give you a jumper
Or just get to dunkin like tim
If it don't put no bread in my mf pocket
I'm not tryna hear about them
Foot on they neck put it right
Where they throat'll be
They know i'm hot i might overheat
I been in my bag
Becuse that's where i'm supposed to be
Can't let a fuck nigga close to me
Really been in my bag
Like sum mfs groceries
Cap if you say you just notice me
She fuck with me heavy
I got the bitch quoting me
I feel like thugger she notice me
And Topdolla popping I'm fizzing
Like soda be
Pockets on green just like
Yoda Be
And My lungs a lil bougie
You probably can't smoke with me
Pull out sum reggie you joking me
And i smoke out a pack
That say foreign like overseas
Burning that shit like a toaster be
If the laws come and get him
He singing like jodeci
That boy a bitch he a hoe to me
On gawd
Give a fuck bout sum mf friends
I know some killers gone spin
And just hop out the van
They gone give his lil bitch ass a tan
And my brudda he fresh out the can
They Gone Ship it and
Wait fa the gas pack to land
I'm Young but yea I got a plan
And they want me to stop
But it won't ever end
And I fw my brudda like my mf twin
You trying to squab we gone hop Ina blend
Smokin mf zotic don't pass me no mid
Im shootin dice bitch I gamble no bid
If its up then its stuck get smoke like cig
Hop Ona beat and you know how I get
I can't fuck wit that bitch
If that bitch throw a fit
Ima empty his pockets he look like a lick
And lil nu beat it up get it gone ina week
I can't fw the bitch if she ain't a freak
Off of that mud and that gas got me geeked
Yo bitch she a junky my bitch stay on fleek
I ran it up off a trappin and juggin
The fuck is you lookin at stop all that muggin
Get poped like a pill
And my shoulder I'm shrugging
Aint bout the money then stop all that buggin
I got a case and dat bitch hold a dozen
You aint send the blitz you aint pressin no button
I'ma hit fa Sum bandz
Give a fuck bout a hunnid
He was doin that dissing
He gone all of a sudden
I'm gone
He was doin that dissin
He gone all of a xxsudden
Picked up a pad and start chasing my dreams
I'm thinking bout sippin codeine
Guap inna cut wit a stick wit beam
And he on go so it's green
Do Nut let yo bitch see my fade it's krispy
Cause then she gon want me to kreme
My life a movie but this ain't a act
If you play then we making a scene
I got sum niggas gon bust off the muscle
Like they just ben up in the gym
When i shoot my lil shot it be nothing
But net so they think ion fw the rim
And i'm good in the paint
I can give you a jumper
Or just get to dunkin like tim
If it don't put no bread in my mf pocket
I'm not tryna hear about them
Foot on they neck put it right
Where they throat'll be
They know i'm hot i might overheat
I been in my bag
Becuse that's where i'm supposed to be
Can't let a fuck nigga close to me
Really been in my bag
Like sum mfs groceries
Cap if you say you just notice me
She fuck with me heavy
I got the bitch quoting me
I feel like thugger she notice me
And Topdolla popping I'm fizzing
Like soda be
Pockets on green just like
Yoda Be
And My lungs a lil bougie
You probably can't smoke with me
Pull out sum reggie you joking me
And i smoke out a pack
That say foreign like overseas
Burning that shit like a toaster be
If the laws come and get him
He singing like jodeci
That boy a bitch he a hoe to me
On gawd
Credits
Writer(s): Demontre Gamble
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