Going In lyrics

[Chorus: T9Ine]
Like, he said it’s smoke, you know that we slidin’, you know we ain’t wastin’ no time
Can look in his eyes can see that he pus*y, that boy’s not one of the guys
I know who you is, I know you ain’t real, lil bro you a b*tch in disguise
I’m on Mary J. Blige, just copped me a .9, he playin’, get sent to the sky
I lost Jeff and I cried, you know how we ride, I’m finna kill him I ain’t tryin’
If it’s up then I die then somebody dyin’, you think I’m playin’? n*gga, try
Don’t get shot ‘cause your pride and we totin’ fye, it can go down at anytime
And I ain’t yo’ n*gga won’t say that you mine, I’m out here totin’ I ain’t hidin’

[Verse 1: T9ine]
n*ggas [?] they be actin’ like b*tches
Where he at? It ain’t nothin’ to blitz him
I be trippin’, somethin’ wrong with my mental
I black out like the tint on the window
He ain’t ‘bout what he say he pretendin’
I’ma shoot, give a f*ck if you with it
I’ma hit then go back to the trenches
I play stupid I know you ain’t with me
I’m on top with this sh*t, I’m the sickest

[Verse 2: Lil Loaded]
He ain’t steppin’ for me, I ain’t steppin’ for him
Got a brand new Glock with a custom grip
Brand new Glock with a see through clip
Brand new bag, I just see blue strips
Same old hood, I just seen a new crib
On my way to the top with the gang
He ain’t got a body then he ain’t gang
Steppin’ and slidin’, the .40 ring
Now they speak back these hoe’s done change
They all on my di*k ‘cause now I’m up
When I was down they ain’t f*cked
Now they know I’m the man, tryna get in where they can fit in
Ain’t no pressure behind us
Just throw it back while I’m standin’ behind it
Cookin’ up while she standin’ she ride it
Throw cat, I repeat and rewind it
Bussdown I be gleamin’ and shinin’
Can’t wait ‘til I get ‘em
I might pay DRose to kill him
Don’t forget I’m still that n*gga
Pop out, dumpin’ hella triggers
I remember stealin’ liquor, not no mo’
[Chorus]
Like, he said it’s smoke, you know that we slidin’, you know we ain’t wastin’ no time
Can look in his eyes can see that he pus*y, that boy’s not one of the guys
I know who you is, I know you ain’t real, lil bro you a b*tch in disguise
I’m on Mary J. Blige, just copped me a .9, he playin’, get sent to the sky
I lost Jeff and I cried, you know how we ride, I’m finna kill him I ain’t tryin’
If it’s up then I die then somebody dyin’, you think I’m playin’? n*gga, try
Don’t get shot ‘cause your pride and we totin’ fye, it can go down at anytime
And I ain’t yo’ n*gga won’t say that you mine, I’m out here totin’ I ain’t hidin’