In & Out

[Verse 1: NWM Cee Murdaa]
Me and Grimeyy some rappers but we still'll jack you
If we hit a cut then we bouncin' out
And I'm rollin' out P's every blunt be three g's
When I leave boy I'm bringin' three ounces out
And I hit the strip club I just throw hella money
Ain't got time to sit down and count it out
Now I got a buzz and bitch I'm that nigga, they tried
But now they can't count me out

[Verse 2: SpotEmGottem]
Bouncin' in my whoadie, he bouncin' out
We tryna see what ya' mans about
I up with the blick and it's eatin' his insides
Rippin' his tissue no hand-me-down
They ain't hear me like this 'til you hear me now
Oh he got a bag, yeah I'm in his fittin' now
I'm chasin' his ass, you know I'mma walk down
Reload a clip no he can't get up now

[Verse 3: NWM Cee Murdaa]
Me and my gang we been took the city
Spotem had Gottem and hit 'em with fifty
I wear my forces when I tote the semi
When I wear my Timberlands I'm totin' the glizzy
I cut a bitch off when she start actin' iffy
Gun smoke in my system it's makin' me dizzy
Don't know what you bangin' but lil' bitch I'm crippin'
I been to the motherland bitch I'm official
I just pulled up in a new coupe
See a opp, pull out and hit you
[?] I blitzed you
And boy yo' ass broke I can't fix you

[Verse 4: SpotEmGottem]
F&N bullets gon' split you
They do not pick and choose
He'll kill you, for a Rolex, give a bitch the blues
Jimmy choose, he a fool
If he think I won't up this tool
Stretch Gang, every time we see the opps
Flip a cut, we act a fool

[Verse 5: NWM Cee Murdaa]
Every where we go we packin' tools
If he got the pack we second due
Bitch I spin but I'm stackin' too
I can kill the whole city if I wanted to
Came up with no features and all of 'em classics
Don't wanna fuck bitch, get out 'cause I don't ask it
I'm at the top bitch and you know I'm not average
You diss on the gang then I pull up and blast ya'
Boy you suck in person on Insta' you saggin'
I skipped class and teachers gave me they hall passes
Come through shootin' at goofies, they all haulin' ass
I shoot with a smile I be grinnin' and laughin'

[Verse 6: SpotEmGottem]
My nina, my four-O, I love my ratchet
When we run into them them pistols collapsin'
Terrorisin' niggas my fashion
Switchin' on all the guns so you know it's no lackin'
I'mma introduce you to madness
Me and Murdaa we rollin' on dead opps
Inhale on they dead ass, he got away
But his partners run too fast
I'm bangin' Wop while they bangin' the blue flag
Crip from behind you know get Grimeyy
I took off his fittin', they like "Why you do that?"
Lookin' that ain't nobody behind me
He callin' yo' name and you ain't even shoot back
(Graa graa, he callin' yo' name and you ain't even shoot back)