Goin In

Come on nah

Bandgang to the mf Shredgang
Feds watching but we still letting bands hang
Boy look at the chain you a fucking lame
Speaking on another nigga trynna get a name

While we cutting up in different whips
Blowing loud buffs whiter than a picket fence
Y'all got me on some different shit
Went and got my own money fuck hitting licks

Might spend a couple hunnid trynna hit a bitch
But I ain't a ham though look baby I'm rich

I just wanna scroll like I play for the clips
So I threw the ice on and able a kick

R.I.P. my bro dots I wish he could live
They hit em up top disabled the kid
Now the only thing I keep is a Cain in the crib
Ready to Blow one of you niggas away with this bitch

If I'm lying then I'm flying
I can cash out anything y'all niggas buying
Talking tough to us nah nigga we ain't buying I'll leave one of you niggas mommas crying

This that give and go we don't pick a roll when we finna go Rose picking stores
All that shit that I be doing put me on
Niggas acting like they kids but the grown

That's why I stay strapped
That's why I can't lack
Catch one of these niggas and put they face back
See I ain't the realist well you can't say that
And when I went to prom it was drop top Maybach I swear to God

Always gotta tell the truth barely ever lie
Y'all niggas grown fucking kids ugh pedophile
Give her Xbox ones on my walking mile
Got the perfect sound in the booth like I bought the style

Nigga