In and Out

Ha-ha

KidWond3R You Made This Beat Daang!

Aye, bitch!

Outwest 290 shit ****

You know how I'm rocking ****

Get yo' guns up, get yo' funds up

You on that opp shit

Get mop stick bitch

No Hooks, aye

4CH solid gang

Catch a body gang, ha

Aye, aye, aye

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

Fifty 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 **** 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 **** 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 ****

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 and N

I cruise up the block

While I'm listening to "Many Men"

If you a opp

We gone put this hot shit on you

I got thirty 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

A hundred **** jump you

Thats two hundred feet stomping you

Treat a **** 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 **** 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 'bout me

Real street ****

I got all these killers round me

Fake ass ****

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 it's 'round me

She can't swim

She gone fuck around and drown 'round me

I'm the center ****

Can't get a rebound 'round me

A lot of pussy **** tryna smile

When I come around

But the smiles turn upside down

When I'm not around

Cruising tough behind the tints

Loaded pistol in my reach

Better hustle like you're 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 the ho

Fuck her once then get ghost

Go AWOL on a ho

Heavy traffic

So I put some Berkeley bars on the door

.22 Glock loaded up with twenty-two shots

For this knot

Bitch I scraped up

Every angle in the pot

All these rap **** actors

Always claiming shit they not

Picked my boogers

So my bankrolls covered up with snot

She ain't love me

But she love me now

Since I'm getting gwop

Since I'm getting funds

Hoes say I'm acting funny now

All my **** rob

Boy you better not pull your money out

Reached in and had them

Thought I was gon' pull a bunny out

It's a hot car

Only drive it when it's sunny out

They was laughing at me

I don't think they think it's funny now

Black and yellow Bumble Bee

I parked it at my honey house

Bitch I'm from Chicago

I be all across the country now

Sleeping on a pallet

'Member when I lived in granny house

I had ambition and intuition

To make it out

It was rough for me

Other rappers took the safer route

Being hard headed

Made me really wanna listen now

Thinking 'bout the shit

That 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 housed

Dope fiends running in and out