In & Out (feat. Hitta J3)

Thirty in the clip
Only time
I get loaded
Scope on the blick
That's the only time
I'm focused
Yeah it's on me
Yeah it's on me
Oh they trying to score on us
Ys the goalie
Where the forty
Threw it to the lil homie
We can turn his brains
To spaghetti ravioli
Forty one shots
Rest In Peace Kobe
Say hello to my lil friend
Ar's like tony

Punch him in his shit
That's if a nigga owe me
A felon an I'm armed
I ain't stopping for the police
Gotta clumsy nigga
An he really known
For dropping shit
Feed him to the wolves
Because my niggas love to politic
Gotta pocket rocket
I'll pop him
I ain't really picky
Seen more bodies
Than doctor Miami
Don't fuck with me
We counting the bullets
After a hit
Make sure yo gun empty
Identical glocks
Zack & Cody
I got them drums with me

Feed him to the lions
Like a fucking sheep
Even when I did it
No that wasn't me
Cock an bust
Them bullets coming fast
Drum get to beating
Turn his body
To a punching bag
Fuel to the flame
Squeeze it with aim
They know he a driller
Don't mention his name
Big facts
Burgundy & red
My flag mix matched
King Von & Durk an them
We going get some get back

Twelve gage shotty
Hit a nigga
In his six pack
My young nigga love to ride
Like it's six flags
The opps man they love to die
Can't get no get back
Forty with no recoil
Was shooting at the kickback
Was trying to change my ways
I smoked a nigga shit I relapsed
A miracle
If that nigga make it
Bet he spiritually
Want to join the gang
Catch a body that's the ritual
Wave the stick
Like a magician
An now they missing you

Thump nickname nick
Yeah he got cannon
If the ship ever sink
We in the titanic
Infant want to hit somebody top
Really hot headed
Last nigga played with the gang
He is not standing
I'm with the members
In a top bracket
Catch him in a low key
In traffic
Still pop at it
Semi automatic
Or got the glock standard
Fifty on the titty
It a leave him in the paramedics



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Writer(s): Justin Lawson
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