Goin in lyrics

Come on nah

Bandgang to the mf Shredgang
Feds watching but we still letting bands hang
Boy look at the chain you a f*cking lame
Speaking on another n*gga trynna get a name

While we cutting up in different whips
Blowing loud buffs whiter than a picket fence
Y'all got me on some different sh*t
Went and got my own money f*ck hitting licks

Might spend a couple hunnid trynna hit a b*tch
But I ain't a ham though look baby I'm rich

I just wanna scroll like I play for the clips
So I threw the ice on and able a kick

R.I.P. my bro dots I wish he could live
They hit em up top disabled the kid
Now the only thing I keep is a Cain in the crib
Ready to Blow one of you n*ggas away with this b*tch


If I'm lying then I'm flying
I can cash out anything y'all n*ggas buying
Talking tough to us nah n*gga we ain't buying I'll leave one of you n*ggas mommas crying
This that give and go we don't pick a roll when we finna go Rose picking stores
All that sh*t that I be doing put me on
n*ggas acting like they kids but the grown

That's why I stay strapped
That's why I can't lack
Catch one of these n*ggas and put they face back
See I ain't the realist well you can't say that
And when I went to prom it was drop top Maybach I swear to God

Always gotta tell the truth barely ever lie
Y'all n*ggas grown f*cking kids ugh pedophile
Give her Xbox ones on my walking mile
Got the perfect sound in the booth like I bought the style

n*gga