Into That
I prefer Fay go over Fanta
It's finna get real dirty but I can manage it
I'm finna some runner bitches to Indiana
They hitting truck stops and all they bringing spinach back
Little nigga ain't getting money
You ain't into that
Is you tryna ball
I will risk my life for mine I ain't worried about it
Bitch I'm finna buss a move and get a check up out it you feel me
Bitch I stack for my people
How the fuck you think we equal
We ain't even
Little nigga I don't see you
Put a nigga on a play now he eating
But he told
How the fuck a nigga bite the hand that feed em
Nigga can't fold keep it real in this bitch
Nigga stand tall can't squeal I'm this bitch
They done killed my nigga Derrick
They done gave my cousin 60 so I'm riding wit a pole nigga looking for a fish
Yea bitch I'm riding with a pole nigga ima keep driving because he prices low
When bro talking football number he speaking code
Bitch I'm finna go run me a errand in North Dakota
I prefer Fay go over Fanta
It's finna get real dirty but I can manage it
I'm finna some runner bitches to Indiana
They hitting truck stops and all they bringing spinach back
Little nigga ain't getting money
You ain't into that
Is you tryna ball
I will risk my life for mine I ain't worried about
Bitch I'm finna buss a move and get a check up out it you feel me
I ain't poring Fantas I probably had a perc
You ain't run no check up nigga you ain't go to work
Moving what? Nigga you ain't got no work
Bought a dub? Night you don't get no front
Can't risk my life gotta strap like a dike
I don't want no Fanta I pour it in a sprite
If I drink the water I'm tryna keep it light
If you want to run it up you can't be polite
How I run it up and you still eating rice
Type of nigga crash out like you playing dice
Nigga gave up what you don't love life
When I see you I need my 20 dollars
I prefer Fay go over Fanta
It's finna get real dirty but I can manage it
I'm finna some runner bitches to Indiana
They hitting truck stops and all they bringing spinach back
Little nigga ain't getting money
You ain't into that
Is you tryna ball
I will risk my life for mine I ain't worried about
Bitch I'm finna buss a move and get a check up out it you feel me
It's finna get real dirty but I can manage it
I'm finna some runner bitches to Indiana
They hitting truck stops and all they bringing spinach back
Little nigga ain't getting money
You ain't into that
Is you tryna ball
I will risk my life for mine I ain't worried about it
Bitch I'm finna buss a move and get a check up out it you feel me
Bitch I stack for my people
How the fuck you think we equal
We ain't even
Little nigga I don't see you
Put a nigga on a play now he eating
But he told
How the fuck a nigga bite the hand that feed em
Nigga can't fold keep it real in this bitch
Nigga stand tall can't squeal I'm this bitch
They done killed my nigga Derrick
They done gave my cousin 60 so I'm riding wit a pole nigga looking for a fish
Yea bitch I'm riding with a pole nigga ima keep driving because he prices low
When bro talking football number he speaking code
Bitch I'm finna go run me a errand in North Dakota
I prefer Fay go over Fanta
It's finna get real dirty but I can manage it
I'm finna some runner bitches to Indiana
They hitting truck stops and all they bringing spinach back
Little nigga ain't getting money
You ain't into that
Is you tryna ball
I will risk my life for mine I ain't worried about
Bitch I'm finna buss a move and get a check up out it you feel me
I ain't poring Fantas I probably had a perc
You ain't run no check up nigga you ain't go to work
Moving what? Nigga you ain't got no work
Bought a dub? Night you don't get no front
Can't risk my life gotta strap like a dike
I don't want no Fanta I pour it in a sprite
If I drink the water I'm tryna keep it light
If you want to run it up you can't be polite
How I run it up and you still eating rice
Type of nigga crash out like you playing dice
Nigga gave up what you don't love life
When I see you I need my 20 dollars
I prefer Fay go over Fanta
It's finna get real dirty but I can manage it
I'm finna some runner bitches to Indiana
They hitting truck stops and all they bringing spinach back
Little nigga ain't getting money
You ain't into that
Is you tryna ball
I will risk my life for mine I ain't worried about
Bitch I'm finna buss a move and get a check up out it you feel me
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Writer(s): Ni'gheim Lyons
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