Inna Way

Lyrics

[Intro: RiskTaker D-Boy] It's-it's-it's with a K, dumbass Ayy [Chorus: RiskTaker D-Boy] Run up on a nigga with the mags, shoot him in the face Get to dunkin' on these niggas like I'm Dr. J (Motherfucker) Naw, I ain't beefin' with no niggas it ain't 'bout no pape' (Hell naw) Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no money, y'all just in the way (Get the fuck on) Run up on a nigga with the mags, shoot him in the face Get to dunkin' on these niggas like I'm Dr. J (Motherfucker) Naw, I ain't beefin' with no niggas it ain't 'bout no pape' (Hell naw) Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no money, y'all just in the way (Get the fuck on) [Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd] I ain't gon' lie, this shit been hittin' a lil' different for me Gettin' off with the rap, I hit my nigga sister from me I don't fuck with these niggas 'causе they bitches to me Would'vе killed Lucious for that spot if I was Cookie Feel good to be self-made, naw It feel good to be self-paid Been gettin' a bag off before you caught your first right up in twelfth grade All sliders dropped the price for a small bag of Lays I think I'm lookin' good, the light kinda hittin' You slapped your bitch 'cause she said, "This nigga be spittin'" I'm a boss, you a worker, you can tell the difference My nigga hittin' the purple extra hard, bow did for silly [Chorus: RiskTaker D-Boy] Run up on a nigga with the mags, shoot him in the face Get to dunkin' on these niggas like I'm Dr. J (Motherfucker) Naw, I ain't beefin' with no niggas it ain't 'bout no pape' (Hell naw) Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no money, y'all just in the way (Get the fuck on) Run up on a nigga with the mags, shoot him in the face Get to dunkin' on these niggas like I'm Dr. J (Motherfucker) Naw, I ain't beefin' with no niggas it ain't 'bout no pape' (Hell naw) Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no money, y'all just in the way [Verse 2: RiskTaker D-Boy] Bad as hell growin' up, I just wanted cheese But I hated rats, I never went to Chuck E. Cheese Niggas hated that I leveled up, what else could it be? I'll get a nigga smoked before I count to three Give a fuck 'bout how you feelin', nigga, talk is cheap But I get paid for it, I don't talk for free Never touched a hundred racks or ever seen a ki'? Ain't no way we can be cool, you can't talk to me I be ballin' like these rap niggas, but I'm the dope man White girl movin' work like she Roseanne I can get it to you great white, brown, or dark tan Move a nigga out his crib like we art van [Chorus: RiskTaker D-Boy] Run up on a nigga with the mags, shoot him in the face Get to dunkin' on these niggas like I'm Dr. J (Motherfucker) Naw, I ain't beefin' with no niggas it ain't 'bout no pape' (Hell naw) Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no money, y'all just in the way (Get the fuck on) Run up on a nigga with the mags, shoot him in the face Get to dunkin' on these niggas like I'm Dr. J (Motherfucker) Naw, I ain't beefin' with no niggas it ain't 'bout no pape' (Hell naw) Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no money, y'all just in the way (Get the fuck on) [Outro] (Iced Up Records)