Goin’ In

Lyrics

Bitch (Bitch, bitch) [Verse 1] Take the back off my AR and conceal the bitch My white boy be tryna kill his parents on sum Matilda shit Rio said he got hit with a 9 and couldn't feel the shit Everything I drop do numbers, check the internet Seen unc in traffic with a pint cut off the intersection He said he was just finna sell it now that's an interception I ain't cut bro in on the drank now he feel neglected Sorry baby ion want that pussy I'm not interested I ain bring my Glock out today I got my smith & weston Hit the road with no gps almost missed my exit Sold cuz a glass pint of red but it was missing 7 Told my bitch I'm on a come up don't miss yo' blessing [Verse 2] Aye, y'all ain getting no pay Ran into a fuckin' pint of wock and a dropped a whole 8 My uncle was the fuckin' brick man back in '08 8 hour drive to the 10, I drove the whole way Nigga want a bow of sum cook, meet me at 4 way Bro just spent a band on his feet, nigga they Dolce's Yo brother got bricks for the cheap? Nigga okay He just drunk a whole gallon of lean it took him 4 days Bro finna cop a brick of soft it came wit no shape How you getting every "J" that drop but ain't got no cake?, steppin' on this shit all night until the floor break Bitch bought me a pint of lean now she my soulmate Nephew ain't punching up no cards he like sliding visas Yeah I might that lil bitch but I also like cheating Girly wasn't even all that bad she had nice features Told pop I'm only sellin' dope for all the right reasons Put a thermal scope on my chop I like night seeing Lil bro said he don't need a gun he like to fight people E said he ain servin' niggas only white people 'cause black muthafuckas always want the price cheaper C finna drop a ram truck me? I might jeep it Never hand me a loaded strap 'cause I might keep it If I ever ask you for yo help bitch I might need it Got sum head from yo bitch and told her have a nice evening I'm just tryna count 100 slips before the night over Text my bitch an eggplant emoji she came right over Rio stepped on this shit twice now the price lower Bro gave a fein a 50 rock for a white rover I don't want no muthafuckin' chain less it got ice on it And ain't nobody taking shit I put my life on it Doggy tried to bump me in the club I put my knife on 'em, Niggas out here gambling with they life I put a pint on it This rap shit gon' blow in a minute only time can tell Ty ridin' with 300 cards only 9 for sale Plug open he just hit my line he got a 9 for sale Me and bro went half on a pint I drunk 5 myself