In N Out (feat. EBK Jaaybo)

Hey, let a nigga try to play crazy then I'm getting on Broda dump but he could show you how to put that switch on We don't do no talking bout them skits on the iPhone Head shots to show you how this fuck nigga mind gon' Rearrange a fuck nigga face we had a 50 prob' Nigga dance and we don't dance back we fina' spin this block Masked up we coming for the Gees, bitch We In N out Broda' got a drop-ship we ride outside the nigga house Yeah, I don't be nervous on dem' drills I be relaxed When they kill my brother gon' I heard that j'boy got him waxed I'm not no regular artist I'm on that 'Shot a nigga live we call that a soul snatch Body sauces don't tap, he only mad cause I dribbled on 'em I seen a nigga lifeless as a child so I keep pistol on me When trough the house completely drilled, you jumped em wacked if you did smoke Slow b'mo my brother died so I'm living for him Push up, a hellcat but we ain't speed racing Different competitions we tryna see who gon' be first to face 'em Head taps, broad day my little bros ain't playing Bitch they block myself hopped out and left a dozens of cases Yeah, the ambulance gon' have to help me Spack the bro I went and get it back in blood I know he feel me Bob the builder just was me and my tool when I nailed him Yeah yeah don't even think that God can help me Hey, let a nigga try to play crazy then I'm getting on Broda dump but he could show you how to put that switch on We don't do no talking bout them skits on the iPhone Head shots to show you how this fuck nigga mind gon' Rearrange a fuck nigga face we had a 50 prob' Nigga dance and we don't dance back we fina' spin this block Masked up we coming for the Gees, bitch We In N out Broda' got a drop-ship we ride outside the nigga house Nigga three pos' riding trough the city but we too deep Free bro money on his books he got a two piece And you gon' probably see me to the neck cause I gat to thrilled Them diss songs I told em' fuck a soul nigga shoot me We hit the road bands in the load I knock the whole bitch Some white forces with them black tint match the crown fit And I can't even say my brother name cause he dump shit How you see you with the shit and you sol' stick No security I've been with the bros and we on tip Niggas keep on rapping 'bout this gun that they froze with In sixth grade I was sitting in class with a phone nigga Big splash we'll probably crash nigga don't slip And fuck sum' cause we ain' breeze doing leaving, takes off If you ain't seen a couple of hundid' thous' and you can't talk Them blue tips leave them nigga stucked now he can't walk Them 40 shades leave him blows caske' take his face off Hey, let a nigga try to play crazy then I'm getting on Broda dump but he could show you how to put that switch on We don't do no talking bout them skits on the iPhone Head shots to show you how this fuck nigga mind gon' Rearrange a fuck nigga face we had a 50 prob' Nigga dance and we don't dance back we fina' spin this block Masked up we coming for the Gees, bitch We In N out Broda' got a drop-ship we ride outside the nigga house