Goin’ In

[Verse 1]
I damn near made a mess in the kitchen, it was getting hot
Fucking with the rats and the pistols, posted on the block
We go make your mans come and get you, make him tie you up
Already dealing with some issues if that ain’t enough
100 rounds here to split your tissue, have you tearing up
Had to break the news to your family, got them tearing up
After a M, chasing that bag
Gotta go and get it
Is that your partner, thats yo man’s, is he really with you?
Oh yeah, they heard I’m scamming
Pull up, prolly dancing
Im never romancing, I’m taking my chances
The load is back in
Big B’s I’m trappin
Big B’s I’m brackin
Im getting them racks in
She switch with her bestfriend
We getting the rental now
These bitches finna drive
Im in the back getting high
We go live like channel 5, choppa still on my side
If thats yo nigga, thats yo nigga but that nigga better ride, yeah
Trap house still by the fence, yeah
Closed mouth, touch a 100 bricks, yeahhh
Oh they tryna steal my strategy?
Pussy niggas ain’t half of me
Freaky bitch gon tag the team, yeah
Yeah I’m in my mode, yo bitch will get hoed
Better leave me alone, protected by that pole
Can't even answer my phone
And where the money at?
If you want it, come and find me
Couple mil to sign me
Still where that iron be
Glizzy on the side of me
Nook he gon slide with me
Better cut that bitch off, she goin she lyin
Still free my goblins, run with the lions
Choppa break the building
We gon make em’ feel this
Baby can you dig it?
Don’t care bout your feelings
You know that we drill shit
Baby i just got the pills in them
Baby she gon test it, im gon put it in her nose
Fuckin with the powder, she feel it in her toes
Give another hour, the bitch gon explode
Mmm, But I ain’t know that tho
She just work from time to time, ion know that ho
Hold up for a minute im still goin in
I just got the load again, bro just hit your hoe again
Mix it with a 4 again, mix it with 4 again?
Hurry up, call yo friends, so we can get these phones again
Better watch yo tone, a bitch know i ain’t condoning it
Talk brazy like i own a bitch
We ain’t with that folding shit
Aim up at your dome an shit
A 30, its so chrome an shit
Pull up at your home with it
Leave you where the couch at
Hit you where yo mouth at
Boy we so violent, yeah we be wilding
Running with demons, they plotting, oh they scheming
Shooting up them seizing, kill you for no reason