In & Out lyrics

(Steve-O crowned this beat)

(Intro: Rio Da Yung OG)
Waddup Baby Zeek?
Ghetto Boyz sh*t

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Aye
I was just talking to the plug
Trynna have that n*gga front a Zip
Then Baby Zeek called me with a 90 script
Heard a n*gga took yo sh*t
Why you buy a blick?
This a old Cat with a drum on it, and I
Ride with it

[Verse 2: Baby Zeek]
Riding round with the heat
Cause its a cold world
I love copping 200 a gram for ol’ girl
I know a n*gga made 200 off of EDD
Rio talk sh*t so much I think his breath stink

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
1000 pills 200 real, but the rest fake
I got a bad b*tch she real but her breast fake
Drunk all the lean tonight
I wasn’t thinking bout the next day
Go to the store and buy some Pinesol
I’m finna meth make
[Verse 4: Baby Zeek]
Bro pop ya momma up just to pop a perk
And I’ll meet up with the Opps
If they got some purp
Shoot that n*gga in thе head
I need to watch it first
I paid bills I ain’t never hit my mommas pursе
Sippin Za bro told me that it’s what’s his name
Oh yeah dawg let me smoke this n*gga to the brain
Yo n*gga like a loose dog somebody took his chain
Before I made some Ramen Noodles I was cooking caine

[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
When you was bussin zips down
I was pushin’ weight
Seen a n*gga hop out with a K
I just looked away
Call a n*gga BM like
“What you cook today”?
Couple 9 pieces I could sell a whole book today
I feel like my n*gga Rontae I’m a misfit
I seen a n*gga drop a hunnid and ain’t hit sh*t
I ain’t never loose with the strap b*tch I flip sh*t
This a 41 club boy you got a 36 wrist

[Verse 6: Baby Zeek]
Baby wanna see the hood I shot her to the mall
Call Maine pop a perk and beat her doonies down
LV mascot b*tch I’m Louis’d down
Real trap n*gga, I’ll still bust a cutie down
Heard the fans want some food I got a lot of that
Boy you a b*tch they took yo sh*t and you bought it back?
My house lookin like the ground I got a lot of crack
Just counted out 50 thou’
Whose to vouch for that?
[Verse 7: Rio Da Yung OG]
If ain’t no money in your fanny pack
What you got in that?
One of my opps dropped a Cat
And got shot in that
Don’t be talking bout them blue bills
I get a lot of that
100 racks in my backpack got my pocket flat
n*gga I’ll let you have my baby momma
If you got some Act’
A n*gga popped my lil brother we shot him back
But the difference is we hit the n*gga top
He ain’t got a hat
50 racks on Wok in one month
I ain’t gotta cap


[Verse 8: Baby Zeek & Rio Da Yung OG]
All white caine but the boy still brown
I was just a boy sellin’ boy on the hound
Lil n*gga talkin’ crazy now that boy on the ground
Hood getting hot now we trappin outta town
She wanna f*ck Rio and she wanna f*ck Zeeks
But here take this rental
Go shoot down to Tennessee
I’m a real dope fein’
Shoot my lines from the 3
And I’m a dope fiend too I just drunk
A whole key
[Outro]
(By myself too, yeah Ghetto Boyz sh*t n*gga
You know what the f*ck goin’ on)