Goin’ In lyrics

b*tch (b*tch, b*tch)

[Verse 1]
Take the back off my AR and conceal the b*tch
My white boy be tryna kill his parents on sum Matilda sh*t
Rio said he got hit with a 9 and couldn't feel the sh*t
Everything I drop do numbers, check the internet
Seen unc in traffic with a pint cut off the intersection
He said he was just finna sell it now that's an interception
I ain't cut bro in on the drank now he feel neglected
Sorry baby ion want that pus*y I'm not interested
I ain bring my Glock out today I got my smith & weston
Hit the road with no gps almost missed my exit
Sold cuz a glass pint of red but it was missing 7
Told my b*tch I'm on a come up don't miss yo' blessing

[Verse 2]
Aye, y'all ain getting no pay
Ran into a f*ckin' pint of wock and a dropped a whole 8
My uncle was the f*ckin' brick man back in '08
8 hour drive to the 10, I drove the whole way
n*gga want a bow of sum cook, meet me at 4 way
Bro just spent a band on his feet, n*gga they Dolce's
Yo brother got bricks for the cheap? n*gga okay
He just drunk a whole gallon of lean it took him 4 days
Bro finna cop a brick of soft it came wit no shape
How you getting every "J" that drop but ain't got no cake?, steppin' on this sh*t all night until the floor break
b*tch bought me a pint of lean now she my soulmate
Nephew ain't punching up no cards he like sliding visas
Yeah I might that lil b*tch but I also like cheating
Girly wasn't even all that bad she had nice features
Told pop I'm only sellin' dope for all the right reasons
Put a thermal scope on my chop I like night seeing
Lil bro said he don't need a gun he like to fight people
E said he ain servin' n*ggas only white people
'cause black muthaf*ckas always want the price cheaper
C finna drop a ram truck me? I might jeep it
Never hand me a loaded strap 'cause I might keep it
If I ever ask you for yo help b*tch I might need it
Got sum head from yo b*tch and told her have a nice evening
I'm just tryna count 100 slips before the night over
Text my b*tch an eggplant emoji she came right over
Rio stepped on this sh*t twice now the price lower
Bro gave a fein a 50 rock for a white rover
I don't want no muthaf*ckin' chain less it got ice on it
And ain't nobody taking sh*t I put my life on it
Doggy tried to bump me in the club I put my knife on 'em, n*ggas out here gambling with they life I put a pint on it
This rap sh*t gon' blow in a minute only time can tell
Ty ridin' with 300 cards only 9 for sale
Plug open he just hit my line he got a 9 for sale
Me and bro went half on a pint I drunk 5 myself