In The Way

[Intro]
Lil cheap ass nigga
Lil cheap ass niggas aye
Yea
Hotel fairy tales Nigga i tote blow tales
(Lil cheap ass niggas)
Yop yop yop yop yop yop

[Verse]
Bitch I got them bows in
If we doin window to window I’m throwin underhand
Chips and shopping spree she never got that from her old man
All this bad back it got me walking like a old man
Two pockets full like my name Wayne
I fuck around and tax niggas like my name Sam
Moncler bubble on bitch this cost me 2 grand
Your jewelry bubblegum as hell boy you got that from the gram
I got 50 thousand on me I should post this on the gram

Nigga yea to each his own
Got it off of give n go’s
Man comin calls on his phone
She on my dick you be all up her ass like a thong
[ ] Ain’t nothin I can’t make that feature on a song
Y’all talk bout killing opps boy lets talk bout making pape
This lil shit I got on me I made up in a couple days
Bitch I’m really from the jungle they hunt you down n bang
Like baseball catch you fore you make it home you ain’t safe
Why the fuck would they [ ]
Half my shoes ain’t come with laces
I just fucked around
Busted in this bitty mouth with braces
Ain’t no hoppin in the coupe it got no space
All my motherfucking [ ] ain’t got no patience
Hoppin out all black trucks like I’m Ronald Reagan
All these chains on for the motherfucking times I was slave

Y’all ain’t making racks
Y’all been in the way
This a TRX
[ ] on the jakes
I was lookin at this Rollie
Got me running late
I was tired of that slow money I picked up the pace

[Outro]
Yea I’m a rub it in they face
Ooooh baby who the fuck snatch your waist