In N Out

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[Intro] Yeah, Southside shit Free all my niggas, R.I.P. all my niggas Yeah (Yo, Smallz) [Verse 1] Show you the world and buy you some Chanel I don't show my gun, these niggas show and tell They said, "The way you livin', you might just make it to hell" I say, "The way I'm livin', this shit is crazy as hell" [Chorus] I ain't gon' bring you at the back of the bus, still'a Rosa It be the same niggas you dap up, they never show up I'm sick and tired of niggas fakin', but I never throw up He tried to run, and seen the flash, yeah, brodie hit his shoulder [Verse 2] "Stay out the streets", that what my mom told us Never trust these bitches, that's what my dawg told us I smoke exotic, yeah, I know I leave a odor See, I gotta put them racks away, my nephew's gettin' older Niggas lyin', they ain't slidin' for you She said she love you, help him find a dude I spent 50K last month, I had to times it two Do I gotta give you my all to be comfortable? Bring in the load, tons, tons Smoke out the pound, he probably sell that in a month And you can't tell me watch my mouth, yeah, watch my gun We was really in them buildings, 5-O comes Yeah, trappin' by Johnny's We grind to make it out the block, he tryna fit in Two twin Glocks, my life costs a lot, but I still risk it Say you my dawg, nigga, how the fuck we locked in? Whatever you do, stand on ten He savin' ten, I spend a ten Behind the wheel, five percent It give me chills, still reminisce [Chorus] I ain't gon' bring you at the back of the bus, still'a Rosa It be the same niggas you dap up, they never show up I'm sick and tired of niggas fakin', but I never throw up He tried to run, and seen the flash, yeah, brodie hit his shoulder
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- Duvy