In N Out (Feat. Ebk Jaaybo)

Hey, let a nigga try to play crazy then I'm getting on
Broda dump but he could show you how to put that switch on
We don't do no talking bout them skits on the iPhone
Head shots to show you how this fuck nigga mind gon'

Rearrange a fuck nigga face we had a 50 prob'
Nigga dance and we don't dance back we fina' spin this block
Masked up we coming for the Gees, bitch We In N out
Broda' got a drop-ship we ride outside the nigga house

Yeah, I don't be nervous on dem' drills I be relaxed
When they kill my brother gon' I heard that j'boy got him waxed
I'm not no regular artist I'm on that
'Shot a nigga live we call that a soul snatch

Body sauces don't tap, he only mad cause I dribbled on 'em
I seen a nigga lifeless as a child so I keep pistol on me
When trough the house completely drilled, you jumped em wacked if you did smoke
Slow b'mo my brother died so I'm living for him

Push up, a hellcat but we ain't speed racing
Different competitions we tryna see who gon' be first to face 'em
Head taps, broad day my little bros ain't playing
Bitch they block myself hopped out and left a dozens of cases

Yeah, the ambulance gon' have to help me
Spack the bro I went and get it back in blood I know he feel me
Bob the builder just was me and my tool when I nailed him
Yeah yeah don't even think that God can help me

Hey, let a nigga try to play crazy then I'm getting on
Broda dump but he could show you how to put that switch on
We don't do no talking bout them skits on the iPhone
Head shots to show you how this fuck nigga mind gon'

Rearrange a fuck nigga face we had a 50 prob'
Nigga dance and we don't dance back we fina' spin this block
Masked up we coming for the Gees, bitch We In N out
Broda' got a drop-ship we ride outside the nigga house

Nigga three pos' riding trough the city but we too deep
Free bro money on his books he got a two piece
And you gon' probably see me to the neck cause I gat to thrilled
Them diss songs I told em' fuck a soul nigga shoot me

We hit the road bands in the load I knock the whole bitch
Some white forces with them black tint match the crown fit
And I can't even say my brother name cause he dump shit
How you see you with the shit and you sol' stick

No security I've been with the bros and we on tip
Niggas keep on rapping 'bout this gun that they froze with
In sixth grade I was sitting in class with a phone nigga
Big splash we'll probably crash nigga don't slip

And fuck sum' cause we ain' breeze doing leaving, takes off
If you ain't seen a couple of hundid' thous' and you can't talk
Them blue tips leave them nigga stucked now he can't walk
Them 40 shades leave him blows caske' take his face off

Hey, let a nigga try to play crazy then I'm getting on
Broda dump but he could show you how to put that switch on
We don't do no talking bout them skits on the iPhone
Head shots to show you how this fuck nigga mind gon'

Rearrange a fuck nigga face we had a 50 prob'
Nigga dance and we don't dance back we fina' spin this block
Masked up we coming for the Gees, bitch We In N out
Broda' got a drop-ship we ride outside the nigga house