Go in (Fxck Nxggas)
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm tired of all the bullshit
These lil niggas doin'
I'm posted up on the block
Like I'm Patrick Ewing
Hit a nigga in the throat
Like I'm Kung Fuin'
If you comin' for me bitch
You better bring a army
It's gone take a whole swat team
To disarm me
I got Ar's Ak's 223's
Still a hot boy
Steppin' in my soldier Rees
Big shells
Knock a nigga out his dungarees
He out his head
Must be smokin' on them laced trees
Before I go to bed
I'm gettin' down own my knees
I pray to God
They don't they don't try
Holy father please
Jumped out the bed
Money on my mind
Get to the cheese
My mama told me
Watch my back
Cause these snakes crawlin'
They wanna throw me off my game
Hate to see me ballin'
Can't even trust my own family
Wanna see me fallin'
That's aight tho
I always kinda been a loner
Smokin strong back to back
Turned me to a stoner
They some clowns and they wack
They still on the corner
I double back and buy the block
I'm the damn owner
Make boss moves
Real Estate I can't lose
That money in yo bank account
I spent it on my shoes
Man I'm fed up
They need to get they bread up
Imma hustle' til I can't pick my head up
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
And if I can't
Imma stock pile this lead up
Run up in a nigga house
Tell him give it up
Nah I'm playin'
I ain't really gotta rob niggas
Low key I be connected to the mob nigga
Keep a shooter on deck
To do the job nigga
Make one phone
I ain't gotta pull no trigger
I'm sick of all this fake shit
In the rap game
This shit be all cap
Nigga that's a damn shame
I don't give a fuck
Don't really care what you claim
If you comin for the crown
You better have some aim
I'm a ape out the jungle
Eat yo face off
You ain't really bout that life
Cause you too soft
Got another anthem
Gone blow the roof off
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm tired of all the bullshit
These lil niggas doin'
I'm posted up on the block
Like I'm Patrick Ewing
Hit a nigga in the throat
Like I'm Kung Fuin'
If you comin' for me bitch
You better bring a army
It's gone take a whole swat team
To disarm me
I got Ar's Ak's 223's
Still a hot boy
Steppin' in my soldier Rees
Big shells
Knock a nigga out his dungarees
He out his head
Must be smokin' on them laced trees
Before I go to bed
I'm gettin' down own my knees
I pray to God
They don't they don't try
Holy father please
Jumped out the bed
Money on my mind
Get to the cheese
My mama told me
Watch my back
Cause these snakes crawlin'
They wanna throw me off my game
Hate to see me ballin'
Can't even trust my own family
Wanna see me fallin'
That's aight tho
I always kinda been a loner
Smokin strong back to back
Turned me to a stoner
They some clowns and they wack
They still on the corner
I double back and buy the block
I'm the damn owner
Make boss moves
Real Estate I can't lose
That money in yo bank account
I spent it on my shoes
Man I'm fed up
They need to get they bread up
Imma hustle' til I can't pick my head up
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
And if I can't
Imma stock pile this lead up
Run up in a nigga house
Tell him give it up
Nah I'm playin'
I ain't really gotta rob niggas
Low key I be connected to the mob nigga
Keep a shooter on deck
To do the job nigga
Make one phone
I ain't gotta pull no trigger
I'm sick of all this fake shit
In the rap game
This shit be all cap
Nigga that's a damn shame
I don't give a fuck
Don't really care what you claim
If you comin for the crown
You better have some aim
I'm a ape out the jungle
Eat yo face off
You ain't really bout that life
Cause you too soft
Got another anthem
Gone blow the roof off
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
I'm goin' in on these fuck niggas
Go in
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholus Travez Thomas, Tyree La Quan Elliott
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