Inperson lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
Ayy watch out, ayy watch out
I gotta light my f*cking blunt

[Verse]
n*gga been there, f*cked you over
Face paint, he finna line up with soldiers
Crazy ass ho, she finna ran the boy over
n*gga get blammed, we done have gave him ebola
Come by yourself, f*ckboy need a chauffeur
This ain't my house, fell asleep on the sofa
Come in the house, let the rain go over
Reset my phone, make sure it ain’t tapped
Three different strains, which you one you wanna trap?
Stop trying to cap, my aim outrageous
Look my racks, these president faces
Hold the smoke in, that boy don't wanna say sh*t
Uber XL, it gotta be spacious
I f*ck all the fine sh*ts, I ain't racist
When you off the road, you get on the side trying to race me
Lil’ twin like "what the f*ck is a placement?"
n*gga walked up trying to buck, now his face bent
Smoked up the-