Inside of Em
P-P-Paolo flipped the brick, bitch
(Wok, Wok, Cezar, Cezar, Pow)
(Ay-ay Wok, talk that BT shit)
(Man, RIP to the BT soldiers till the day I die)
(The opps could never)
(On the kings of this drillin' shit)
Uh
Heard they sippin' on Wok (Wok)
I'ma let 'em pour up cause it's killing 'em (Killing 'em)
Yeah they know how I rock (They know how I rock)
I open 'em up, I'm inside of 'em (Boom-boom)
I'm in the back seat, but in front of them
I need a bad bitch, need an animal
Not no vaccine is gon' rescue them (Nah)
Fuck BM, I ain't one of them (Fuck 'em)
Eating the lamb in a Lambo' (Yeah)
I'm in Atlanta with Latto
I get the bands in the bando (Bands)
I'm in the trap and it's "Rambo" (Boom-boom-prra)
I cannot fuck with a broke hoe
I'm blowin' the pack, it's gelato
I'm lettin' it blow with the .44
Missin' no shot, it's on sight though
Send me the addy, I'll slide through (Slide)
I see him bleeding, but that's cool (Yeah)
My momma done bled in my face too (Fax)
Raised by the demons, it ain't new
I don't like taking drugs just to cope through
I still got me some xannys, I popped two
I still got my lil demons like Mammon
It's a "Boom", ain't no defense up to the moon
I'ma slide a lil different, they tweakin'
Big bro left the country, no thinkin' (No thinkin')
Big sis got a kid, now we splittin' (Splittin')
My dad got a loan of two million (Pow-pow-pow-pow!)
My momma in between all the beefin'
I still gotta go push 'em, no defense (Prra)
Gotta go get the blicky and click it (Click it)
Gotta go get the 40 and squeeze it (Boom-boom-boom)
Gotta get yo' shorty and keep it (Keep it)
Y'all be worrying 'bout money and bitches, I still can't believe it (Uh)
I'm preaching for people that's leaving
I got a feeling I'm fienin', the music is helping me feel it, uh (Feel it)
I'm still plotting and schemin', uh (Schemin')
Take a block and we spin it, uh (Spin it)
All brothers be sinnin', we handle the business on BT (Yeah)
Uh, bitches on bitches, ain't keeping one
Winter is coming, the beanie on
He can't even run, so the beam on point
Do as I say when I'm flippin' the coin (Yeah, flip)
Yeah, do as I say when I'm up in the morning
They do as I say and they go where I'm goin' (They go where I'm goin')
Heard they sippin' on Wok
I'ma let 'em pour up cause it's killing 'em (Killing 'em)
Yeah they know how I rock (Rock, prra-prra)
I open 'em up, I'm inside of 'em (Boom)
I'm in the back seat, but in front of them
I need a bad bitch, need an animal
Not no vaccine is gon' rescue them (Nah!)
Fuck BM, I ain't one of them
Eating the lamb in a Lambo' (Yeah)
I'm in Atlanta with Latto (Latto)
I get the bands in the bando (Bands)
I'm in the trap and it's "Rambo"
I cannot fuck with a broke hoe (Never)
I'm blowin' the pack, it's gelato
I'm lettin' it blow with the .44 (Pow)
Missin' no shot, it's on sight though (Prra-prra)
(This' that BT shit, stop playin' with me boy)
(Cezar, Cezar-Cez)
(Put that on my mother)
(Wok, Wok, Cezar, Cezar, Pow)
(Ay-ay Wok, talk that BT shit)
(Man, RIP to the BT soldiers till the day I die)
(The opps could never)
(On the kings of this drillin' shit)
Uh
Heard they sippin' on Wok (Wok)
I'ma let 'em pour up cause it's killing 'em (Killing 'em)
Yeah they know how I rock (They know how I rock)
I open 'em up, I'm inside of 'em (Boom-boom)
I'm in the back seat, but in front of them
I need a bad bitch, need an animal
Not no vaccine is gon' rescue them (Nah)
Fuck BM, I ain't one of them (Fuck 'em)
Eating the lamb in a Lambo' (Yeah)
I'm in Atlanta with Latto
I get the bands in the bando (Bands)
I'm in the trap and it's "Rambo" (Boom-boom-prra)
I cannot fuck with a broke hoe
I'm blowin' the pack, it's gelato
I'm lettin' it blow with the .44
Missin' no shot, it's on sight though
Send me the addy, I'll slide through (Slide)
I see him bleeding, but that's cool (Yeah)
My momma done bled in my face too (Fax)
Raised by the demons, it ain't new
I don't like taking drugs just to cope through
I still got me some xannys, I popped two
I still got my lil demons like Mammon
It's a "Boom", ain't no defense up to the moon
I'ma slide a lil different, they tweakin'
Big bro left the country, no thinkin' (No thinkin')
Big sis got a kid, now we splittin' (Splittin')
My dad got a loan of two million (Pow-pow-pow-pow!)
My momma in between all the beefin'
I still gotta go push 'em, no defense (Prra)
Gotta go get the blicky and click it (Click it)
Gotta go get the 40 and squeeze it (Boom-boom-boom)
Gotta get yo' shorty and keep it (Keep it)
Y'all be worrying 'bout money and bitches, I still can't believe it (Uh)
I'm preaching for people that's leaving
I got a feeling I'm fienin', the music is helping me feel it, uh (Feel it)
I'm still plotting and schemin', uh (Schemin')
Take a block and we spin it, uh (Spin it)
All brothers be sinnin', we handle the business on BT (Yeah)
Uh, bitches on bitches, ain't keeping one
Winter is coming, the beanie on
He can't even run, so the beam on point
Do as I say when I'm flippin' the coin (Yeah, flip)
Yeah, do as I say when I'm up in the morning
They do as I say and they go where I'm goin' (They go where I'm goin')
Heard they sippin' on Wok
I'ma let 'em pour up cause it's killing 'em (Killing 'em)
Yeah they know how I rock (Rock, prra-prra)
I open 'em up, I'm inside of 'em (Boom)
I'm in the back seat, but in front of them
I need a bad bitch, need an animal
Not no vaccine is gon' rescue them (Nah!)
Fuck BM, I ain't one of them
Eating the lamb in a Lambo' (Yeah)
I'm in Atlanta with Latto (Latto)
I get the bands in the bando (Bands)
I'm in the trap and it's "Rambo"
I cannot fuck with a broke hoe (Never)
I'm blowin' the pack, it's gelato
I'm lettin' it blow with the .44 (Pow)
Missin' no shot, it's on sight though (Prra-prra)
(This' that BT shit, stop playin' with me boy)
(Cezar, Cezar-Cez)
(Put that on my mother)
Credits
Writer(s): Cezar Poiata
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