In & Out lyrics

[Intro]
Enrgy Beats

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
I put a scope on my Glock, I'll pick you out
.308 bullets in this b*tch, it’ll sit you down
Shoot that n*gga in his stomach, make him sh*t it out
We 'bout to do a kick door, n*gga, in and out
My trap house slap every day like In and Out
I was f*cked up a year ago, now I'm winning now
I just got the head from your b*tch, I won’t eat her out
My n*gga made a hundred off of scams, he can't read her account

[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
My n*gga got a brick, Wreck It Ralph
I get a bad b*tch and I stretch her out
See an opp, spot an opp and pull my weapon out
I'm all for the beef, I'ma catch the gout
Made 200K off rap, b*tch, f*ck a college
In Detroit with thirty on me, feeling like Rasheed Wallace
Tell my manager call Balenciaga, I need a sponsor
All my n*gga know is catch a body, he need a counselor

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
They won't let my n*gga in the club, he beat up bouncers
My lil' n*gga asleep right now, he off downers
I'm still selling seventy-five eighths to out of towners
Catch you lacking in my hood, we'll find you
You can’t play D when we shoot, we got blinders
My lil’ n*gga got a Draco, he a minor
If she ain't got no ass, I’ma f*ck 'cause she finer
Had zips in my book bag, n*gga, not a binder
[Verse 4: KrispyLife Kidd]
Just hit a dirty ho, now my di*k a lighter
This one ain't smacking, hit a different Meijer
He wanna get out and do it too, we need a different driver
Throw the cup of Wock' on his shirt, I think he wearing a wire
f*ck you and your gang and f*ck that candle light
Kidd can’t get the Glock out, think his pants too tight
I'ma c*m quick anyway, 'cause my fan too tight
I wanted two black b*tches, girl, your friend too bright

[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
I know you really love yourself, you wanna lose your life?
You can get bullsh*t or 'za, n*gga, choose your type
Or you can be rich or broke, n*gga, choose your life
I just bought a deuce of high tech, I'm finna use a Sprite
You know I ride by myself like you do a bike
My n*gga high as a f*ck, he just took a Vic'
You ever seent a n*gga put his hands on a f*cking dyke?
Your b*tch let me f*ck, you weren't f*cking her right

[Verse 6: KrispyLife Kidd]
I ain't gon' lie, I'm mad as hell, she ain't give me no head
Make a flow up—, alright
Make her pout on the floor, b*tch, you ain't get up in my bed
Gramz hit four fat b*tches, he need a bigger bed
My n*gga rolling up Obama Runtz
b*tch pus*y tight, f*cked her safe and got the condom stuck
Got a plug on the green, just the whole [?]
I really sipped the four before I got here, so I'm kinda stuck
Like, I really can't move that well
Like, I'm too high for this sh*t
KrispyLife
YSR
LeBo Street, n*gga