In & Out

(Steve-O crowned this beat)

Waddup Baby Zeek?

Ghetto Boyz shit

Aye

I was just talking to the plug

Trynna have that **** front a Zip

Then Baby Zeek called me with a 90 script

Heard a **** took yo shit

Why you buy a blick?

This a old Cat with a drum on it, and I

Ride with it

We ride round with the heat

Cause its a cold world

I love copping 200 a gram for ol’ girl

I know a **** made 200 off of EDD

Rio talk shit so much I think his breath stink

1000 pills 200 real, but the rest fake

I got a bad bitch she real but her breast fake

Drunk all the lean tonight

I wasn’t thinking bout the next day

Go to the store and buy some Pinesol

I’m finna meth make

Bro pop ya momma up just to pop a perk

And I’ll meet up with the Opps

If they got some purp

Shoot that **** in the head

I need a wocky first

I paid bills I ain’t never hit my mommas purse

Sippin Za bro told me that it’s what’s his name

Oh yeah dawg let me smoke this **** to the brain

Yo **** like a loose dog somebody took his chain

Before I made some Ramen Noodles I was cooking caine

When you was bussin zips down

I was pushin’ weight

Seen a **** hop out with a K

I just looked away

Call a **** BM like

“What you cook today”?

Couple 9 pieces I could sell a whole book today

I feel like my **** Rontae I’m a misfit

I seen a **** drop a hunnid and ain’t hit shit

I ain’t never loose with the strap bitch I flip shit

This a 41 club boy you got a 36 wrist

Baby wanna see the hood I shot her to the mall

Call Maine pop a perk and beat her doonies down

LV mascot bitch I’m Louis’d down

Real trap ****, I’ll still bust a cutie down

Heard the fans want some food I got a lot of that

Boy you a bitch they took yo shit and you bought it back?

My house lookin' like the ground I got a lot of crack

Just counted out 50 thou’

Moose'll vouch for that

If ain’t no money in your fanny pack

What you got in that?

One of my opps dropped a Cat

And got shot in that

Don’t be talking bout them blue bills

I get a lot of that

100 racks in my backpack got my pocket flat

**** I’ll let you have my baby momma

If you got some Act’

A **** popped my lil brother we shot him back

But the difference is we hit the **** top

He ain’t got a hat

50 racks on Wok in one month

I ain’t gotta cap

All white caine but the boy still brown

I was just a boy sellin’ boy on the hound

Lil **** talkin’ crazy now that boy on the ground

Hood getting hot now we trappin outta town

She wanna fuck Rio and she wanna fuck Zeek

But here take this rental

Go shoot down to Tennessee

I’m a real dope fein’

Shoot my lines from the 3

And I’m a dope fiend too I just drunk

A whole key

(By myself too, yeah Ghetto Boyz shit ****

You know what the fuck goin’ on)