In and Out

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Ayy, bitch (Kid Wonder, you made this beat? Damn)
 Outwest 290 shit nigga
 You know how I'm rocking nigga
 Get yo guns up, get yo funds up
 You on that opp shit, get mop stick, bitch
 No hooks, ayy
 4CH Solid Gang, catch a body gang
 Ayy, ayy, ayy
 I dropped out of school, started selling dog food
 Kept the biggest pistol even though I was a small dude
 I'll get your block hot, 50 shots out this AK
 You diss on my name, you get smoked on the same day
 We do a hit, we hit your block the same way
 You niggas broke, tell me how y'all wanna gang bang
 Ridin' 'round with two baby ninas, I feel like Max Payne
 Serving 'caine, baby, I'm trapping, I'm selling everything
 I gotta watch my back, I know these niggas out to get me
 So I bought a Mac, you better know I got it with me
 Bag on ya head, on ya head it's a meal ticket
 Stuntin' on these niggas they don't like it gotta deal with it
 He pillow talked the bitch, you know she still let me hit it
 Pistol to the party, security let me in with it
 I pop lock the Glock, bitch, I'm Huey with this F&N
 I cruise up the block while I'm listening to "Many Men"
 If you a opp, we gon' put this hot shit on you
 I got 30 shots, make me put this mop stick on you
 Laser beam, make you think chicken pox was on you
 You get robbed, now we going in them pockets on you
 He a plug but he snitching, he put sockets on you
 I love fucking thick bitches, I fuck skinny bitches too
 Love riding 26's, ride 24's too, homicide would you take a life?
 Would you really shoot?
 You on some tough shit, we on some young shit
 Let us through, 100 niggas jump you, that's 200 feet stomping you
 Treat a nigga like he Ricky, make me put this pump to you
 Went from recording out the closet room and using Fruity Loops
 Me and Kid Wonder Bishop always had the juice
 Let this TEC loose all over your head like mousse
 I got my Colt .45 catch you on some drunk shit
 I collect checks from these hoes on my Don Juan Shit
 Got that check, fucked it off like it really wasn't shit
 A lot of niggas run they mouth, they don't really run shit
 You ain't did what I did, bitch, you never done shit
 I'm smoking goat piss that shit that have me high in one hit
 You wanna rap beef, and tell fairy tales about me
 Real street nigga, I got all the killers round me
 Fake ass nigga, how could you be real around me
 And if I'm hungry, bitch, you better not eat a meal around me
 Hard shells hit your Soft Shells, now you ground beef
 Flipping work, it do cartwheels when its round me
 She can't swim, she gon' fuck around and drown 'round me
 I'm the center niggas can't get a rebound round me
 A lot of pussy niggas tryna smile when I come around
 But they smiles turn upside down when I'm not around
 Cruising tough behind the tints loaded pistol in my reach
 Better hustle like your broke if you don't, you a leech
 Put some muscle in your grind, down the line you'll see
 I was young, always kept a beeper on the side of me
 Leaving school every second, just to go and serve a P
 I had good grades, 'cause I used to sell my teacher weed
 Put my Dre Beats on, then I hit the studio
 Spitting straight dope I put fentanyl on the flow
 Baby, I'm a pimp, I break out the laws on a hoe
 Fuck her once then get ghost go AWOL on a hoe
 Heavy traffic, so I put some Berkeley bars on the door
 .22 Glock loaded up with twenty-two shots for this knot
 Bitch, I scrapped up every angle in the pot
 All these rap niggas actors always claiming shit they not
 Picked my boogers, so my bankroll covered up with snot
 She ain't love me, but she love me now since I'm getting guap
 Since I'm getting funds hoes say zi'm acting funny now
 All my niggas rob, boy, you better not pull your money out
 Reached in and hat them thought I was gon' pull the bunny out
 It's a hot car, only drive it when its sunny out
 They was laughing at me, I don't think they think its funny now
 Black and yellow bumblebee, I parked it at my honey house
 Bitch, I'm from Chicago, I be all across the country now
 Sleeping on a pallet remember when I lived in granny house
 I had ambition and tuition to make it out
 It was rough for me, other rappers took the safer route
 Being hardheaded made really me wanna listen now
 Thinking 'bout the shit I could've had, but I was missing out
 Old heads lay some knowledge on you, if you hear it out
 Say the game should be sold, but to me, they give it out
 Call my plug for the birds, he gon' bring the pigeons out
 Used to have a girlfriend, I fuck plenty women now
 I'm not a minute man, I won't give a ho a minute now
 At my trap house, dope fiends running in and out
 

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03:59
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98 BPM

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