YSN TM - IN & OUT Lyrics

In and out, think it's a slut, the way I bust quick
I'm finna call my opp bitch up so she can set this pick
Don't let your driver slide two faxes, I'll flip your whip
I swear to God his ass should've died cause I don't miss no hits
I could've been paid for y'all drop but I don't leave no tips
Catch a hat and then cut my hair, I'm finna take a trip
Ain't no coach but call him plays when I'm known to blitz
Man I'm a tweaker, watch y'all mouth cause man I'm known to trip
These feds took my last gun, I'm finna get a Glock
Niggas get high and go live, I call that cap a lot
And all that moving real loud, it got LeStefon shocked
And we'll really hit you up but never met too top
Before I spin I let them know man I don't need to knock
I'm on that rental, try to score, I'ma have to block
Yo bitch heard I dropped some heat and now she on my cock
You send her low, we pullin' up, man we comin' to drop
Man I might score on her opp cause I'm off the bench
Don't get to playin' with them bills, I'll turn you to a cent
And all that simpin' bout that hoe, that's why she set the pick
Me and bro texting yo bitch, that's why we hit so yeah
I ain't no leg shooter, I'm the type to hit you in yo lips
Boy I'll run yo ass down, so yo ass better not trip
Man it's a parlor on this hip, I'm finna take that risk
If it's sarcastic shut your mouth man, you better not snitch
I'm on the phone to try to rush her, I'ma have to blitz
I'm goin' in for a M cause I don't miss no hits
Man I'm the type to get up on you, put your face back
I sent too many to the sky so they can't shake back
Don't wanna buy a gun, he got a blick, I take that
You want some fire, dead niggas, I got a A pack
I'm raising hell to the sky, they want Larray back
It consequences when you tweak, you get your face smacked
Before I leave the spot I grab my drugs and grab my stick
Don't let the dicks try this whip cause I'ma stuff yo bitch
Hell no you can't get soup if you ain't sucking dick
My nigga tip stay on go but that's my tall ass pick
Before you beef with us, thinkin' bout you dyin' fast
Phone ringin' all day so I don't like to crash
Hunch on high, you know all year I'm finna find his ass
You movin' if he think we slime then I'ma slime yo ass
You don't gotta ask, there's no rhyme, niggas know that
Mac around, free my evil twin when he out
Boy we might bend, please don't let them go to the neck
Cause we gon' spin again, 50 shots, boy I'm on that rim
I'm killin' many men