In & Out

I just skirted off in a lot In a foreign paper tags Mike Amiri on my soles Purple jeans up on my ass Catch a nigga on the fifth then we gon' leave him in a sack Turn on sixth, hit the gas, You see them lights, you do the dash If you don't see him here today, We just gone leave 'em in the past Got a doll, that fight like Kash she wanna f*ck, but I'mma pass Yeah, I'mma pass ha to my brother Bang Bros, he gon' smash Catch me around the holidays, i might be tricking blowing stacks And that's facts, I don't cap, want some advice? Make 'em mad, chase the paper, don't go out sad Life too short, go blow a bag Tom Ford waistband when I sag Money, piling', attracting cash Swerving foreign, hope I don't crash (Swerving foreign, hope i don't crash) You niggas, bitches, tighten up Turn it off, that shit suck, Play pussy, get fucked Face lifts, and tummy tucks Test dummy, they sent them off Featherweight, y'all pillow soft Hit my mans, same week, He discharged, and walked it off Take his beat and make it mine Take yo bitch, I'm breaking spines How you claim you on the paper route, but only got Chime? My niggas straight, me and mine You said, yo GOV, that's TMI I know some killas from DMI That be on the news, not CSI And we still gon' spin again Ain't no Lord, but on the Finn All that woofing get you blew, nigga Red dot up on your chin God fearing, and yeah, I sin But all in all, I'm tryna win Give a f*ck about no fame, I need them M's coming in In and out, bitch, make it fast I can't send it, I got cash Man, who raised you niggas? Swear to God, y'all filled with too much sass Catch a opp, don't need to blast Niggas know I'll beat they ass But I never see the opps Cause they on foot, my foot on the gas I just skirted off in a lot In a foreign paper tags Mike Amiri on my soles Purple jeans up on my ass Catch a nigga on the fifth then we gon' leave him in a sack Turn on sixth, hit the gas, You see them lights, you do the dash If you don't see him here today, We just gone leave 'em in the past Got a doll, that fight like Kash she wanna f*ck, but I'mma pass Yeah, I'mma pass ha to my brother Bang Bros, he gon' smash Catch me around the holidays, i might be tricking blowing stacks On my neck, bitch, that's light Heard your music, what's the hype? Baby girl, I ain't no Boston pay for pussy, I'm not the type In and out, she takin' pipe, man, I know I hit it right Cause she let me beat it out the frame all fuckin' night Niggas talkin' tough, you gotta show me Ain't nan nigga ever hoe me Man, you niggas really know, that I'm ballin' like Ginóbili If you in the way, you getting pissed on Making hits, not diss songs Since middle school, you can ask about me Everybody know that I been on Ask your bitch, I keep it so P Man, this shit right here for the streets Touchin' down in all these cities, In my favorite pair of cleats How a nigga want rap beef, but you cannot catch the beat I ain't in competition with one soul It's me versus me, bitch