In Here lyrics

[Intro: Lil Dump]
On gang, on gang
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (b*tch)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Dump & P Yungin]
I'm out my motherf*ckin' top, I'm in this b*tch
Hands are good, but you know I'm tryna work my Glock up in this b*tch
Bumped up in the club, we snuck them shots up in this b*tch
Don't let 'em slip up, when you catch 'em, hit 'em up if he wit' his b*tch
Put 'em up as soon as you see 'em, leave a n*gga on his di*k
Grimy n*gga, remember days when Lil PY ain't never have sh*t
Slimey n*gga, remember days Lil Dump was plottin' on a lick
f*ck your family, you get bust up lil b*tch, you ain't even got to make no list
f*ck 'em, lеt his mammy love 'em, tell that b*tch to rеst is p*ss
Shots gon' damage him, then after that, that pus*y can't see sh*t
All you'll hear is, (Fa'fa'fa'fa'fa), and that's it
They gon' hop out, (blrrt, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop), then jump back in it

[Verse 1: Lil Dump]
When it's up, it's stuck and it ain't no comin' down
You can buck, and get bust at, get your stupid ass layed down
I'm dumb, f*ck how you come
b*tch it's dumb, f*ck where you from
b*tch I'm pressure, yeah you know it
Don't play dumb, I'm slimey as they come
You hear that shot and that's your ass
Can't get no pass, n*gga
Can't run, I point 'em out and they gon' smash li' one
n*gga know the way we rock
b*tch you ain't Lil Top, so don't get out your top
Youngin' spin just like a DJ, put one on replay
This sh*t lock to make your body lock
[Verse 2: P Yungin]
Don't give no f*ck about him, make his whole family cry
Last n*gga spoke on me, that pus*y b*tch ass n*gga had to die
b*tch yeah I'm from Plaq' and seen my cousin hit up 'front my eyes
Make sure that you stretch the b*tch before the n*gga testify
Spin on them wit' a choppa, just so the pus*y could see that fi'
I break all the rules, my momma know that I'm her baddest child
Remember when I was younger goin' to chrch and I was in the choir
Now I'm a demon baby, wit' a evil f*ckin' look and smile
Get your lick back, tote that k, better catch you a soul, that's broad day
Since fifteen, told 'em to f*ck wit' me, use to see Kim, just to go spray
Big 38, COS, that's 4KTrey, he play games, he die today
No hesitation', blow his face, blood drippin' now you bleedin' n*gga

[Chorus: Lil Dump & P Yungin]
I'm out my motherf*ckin' top, I'm in this b*tch
Hands are good, but you know I'm tryna work my Glock up in this b*tch
Bumped up in the club, we snuck them shots up in this b*tch
Don't let 'em slip up, when you catch 'em, hit 'em up if he wit' his b*tch
Put 'em up as soon as you see 'em, leave a n*gga on his di*k
Grimy n*gga, remember days when Lil PY ain't never have sh*t
Slimey n*gga, remember days Lil Dump was plottin' on a lick
f*ck your family, you get bust up lil b*tch, you ain't even got to make no list
f*ck 'em, let his mammy love 'em, tell that b*tch to rest is p*ss
Shots gon' damage him, then after that, that pus*y can't see sh*t
All you'll hear is, (Fa'fa'fa'fa'fa), and that's it
They gon' hop out, (blrrt, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop), then jump back in it