In & Out

Uh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh I talked to Zay, he told me kill them in my way Bounce out on his block with Drac and blast, he run, he done, that chop heat up his face We do hits and bounce back in them cars, we right back towards the 8 Bitches claim they love me, they just love that sack, I made her wait We scratch off the scene and this bitch get to screamin', "This a straight" Ski on, they ain't see me, I'm doggin' the Demon pass the jakes Don't claim that you need me, you just want that cheese, and I'm gon' make you wait Threw her up, and he went easy, happy he grabbed a bae They call me "Go" 'cause I stand on all ten, and I go get shit done I don't care 'bout niggas, I could treat them boys just like my son I pop out switch on me, FN on me, play, then you done You know how we bounce out on your block, we hop out chops, just please don't run Told that bitch she come suck me up, I might just toss her some hun We get bored, it ain't shit else to do, so we go on some hunts We shoot up, we go load up the clips, fuck the stick, go grab the drum Catch a face, and I'm gon' whack him, put his bitch ass in that trunk We gon' spin, uh, it's like three o'clock, but we ain't tired One of my brothers jump your gate and you play crazy, then you dying Let's play, face was red, I keep tellin' Thirty, "Don't join the live" Lil Dee chase his ass, brought my twin 'cause we get real slimy I put that Gen up to his face, he closed his eyes, lil' folks got a face shot And somehow up to this damn day he still alive Have your gun, nigga, 'cause this the 'Raq and most just don't survive Out that window with that Draco playin' "Pros and Cons" slidin' We chase face cards, I heard that each soul come with like ten We gon' still take that lil' strap, fuck if it's a ghost Glock or a Gen I love Ben Frank', I think me and bro could be best friends Heard he died for dissin' gang, I bet he won't do that again, uh Switchy smack his face, Drench switchin' lanes, watch how this go Niggas ain't even blowin' they straps, let's be for real, them boys some hoes We hit Parnell so much, at this point, I'ma just say we own 'em How they say they spinnin' blocks? We spin they blocks, they ain't even on 'em Uh-huh, we ride AMGs and Tracks, ain't nothin' stolen Jakes up on our trail, we give 'em hell, we forever rollin' Catch a face, we leave him baked For that pape', no throwaways F&Ns and Dracs leave him laced Tell 'em it's demon time, no time to waste Fredo twino, we grew up, up on the 8 We some headhunters for that pape' Call him six in the morning, like, "Pop out we got a face" Caught that face SRT, Trackhawk, don't matter, we gettin' away Fuck the jakes, fuck the state E-way, barely touch my brakes After we fuck, you gotta get out, hell nah, can't touch my face Keep my Drac SRT doggin' down the whole 8 Lil Rob call me like, "Pop out, we got a straight" Now we straight