In N Out lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Southside sh*t
Free all my n*ggas, R.I.P. all my n*ggas
Yeah (Yo, Smallz)

[Verse 1]
Show you the world and buy you some Chanel
I don't show my gun, these n*ggas show and tell
They said, "The way you livin', you might just make it to hell"
I say, "The way I'm livin', this sh*t is crazy as hell"

[Chorus]
I ain't gon' bring you at the back of the bus, still'a Rosa
It be the same n*ggas you dap up, they never show up
I'm sick and tired of n*ggas fakin', but I never throw up
He tried to run, and seen the flash, yeah, brodie hit his shoulder

[Verse 2]
"Stay out the streets", that what my mom told us
Never trust these b*tches, that's what my dawg told us
I smoke exotic, yeah, I know I leave a odor
See, I gotta put them racks away, my nephew's gettin' older
n*ggas lyin', they ain't slidin' for you
She said she love you, help him find a dude
I spent 50K last month, I had to times it two
Do I gotta give you my all to be comfortable?
Bring in the load, tons, tons
Smoke out the pound, he probably sell that in a month
And you can't tell me watch my mouth, yeah, watch my gun
We was really in them buildings, 5-O comes
Yeah, trappin' by Johnny's
We grind to make it out the block, he tryna fit in
Two twin Glocks, my life costs a lot, but I still risk it
Say you my dawg, n*gga, how the f*ck we locked in?
Whatever you do, stand on ten
He savin' ten, I spend a ten
Behind the wheel, five percent
It give me chills, still reminisce
[Chorus]
I ain't gon' bring you at the back of the bus, still'a Rosa
It be the same n*ggas you dap up, they never show up
I'm sick and tired of n*ggas fakin', but I never throw up
He tried to run, and seen the flash, yeah, brodie hit his shoulder