In Me lyrics

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
That gangster sh*t ain't on me, b*tch, it's in me
Hey, ain't got a lot of homies, I ain't friendly, ayy
I've been waitin' for one of you rap n*ggas to diss me, huh
So I could put nine shots in you like you 50, hold on
Everybody sellin' food, now I guess it's trending
b*tch, I ain't never seen a fiend withdraw sh*ttin'
Huh, everybody got a ho now, I guess everybody pimpin' (Jose—)
And you ain't never been in a bathroom while she was sellin' that kitten

[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Hey, I f*ck with Damedot, yeah, I'm Mafia
Huh, next n*gga sneak dissin', then we robbin' ya
Huh, we gon' fire your f*ckin' head like tilapia
Huh, I ain't callin' nobody, I'm the one that's poppin' ya
Huh, n*gga, if we can't find you, then we gon' pop your auntie up
I asked my n*gga what he doin', he said gettin' his bodies up
Huh, you'd get your head clean blew off of them white-ass buffs
n*gga, and you'd get killed on camera tryna act tough
Yeah, they took one of ours, n*gga, but we doubled up
Yeah, we up six, yeah, n*gga, but it ain't enough
Yeah, boy, you gettin' shred, huh, if you ain't one of us
Don't let them drugs go to your head, huh, and get it tapered up
Gave my lil' n*gga fifty grams, tell him, "Double up"
n*gga, if you can't sell it, give it back 'cause it'll crumble up
Huh, do the right thing with it, go'n bubble up
'Cause if you f*ck up the bag, n*gga, I'ma f*ck you up
[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
That gangster sh*t ain't on me, b*tch, it's in me
Hey, ain't got a lot of homies, I ain't friendly, ayy
I've been waitin' for one of you rap n*ggas to diss me, huh
So I could put nine shots in you like you 50, hold on
Everybody sellin' food, now I guess it's trending
b*tch, I ain't never seen a fiend withdraw sh*ttin'
Huh, everybody got a ho now, I guess everybody pimpin'
And you ain't never been in a bathroom while she was sellin' that kitten

[Verse 2: Damedot]
n*gga, you don't be in the bathroom countin' up sh*ttin'
Or go on lurkin' on an opp page countin' up n*ggas
We make it rain on these b*tches, but we'd drown y'all n*ggas
Get on some real racist sh*t and hunt down y'all n*ggas
Man, this streets sh*t up and down, this sh*t feel like we in Frisco
Bro'll pull up with a chopstick bigger than a hippo
Why the f*ck would I remix a song? I remix dope
Why would me and Lonnie pay for pus*y when we pimp hoes?
I do this for my n*ggas, yeah, that's locked in the slammer
f*ck a super-bad b*tch and get it all on camera
Some Hi-Tech, it contaminate a Fanta
n*ggas think it's Thanksgiving time 'cause we hammed 'em
I f*ck with BandMan, yeah, he Mafia
I heard some sneak dissin', then we robbin' him
Orange heads on me, I just left a hookah date
Whippin' up a B, b*tch, I'm boolin' Drey
That gangster sh*t ain't on me, b*tch, it's in me
That dog sh*t ain't on me, that sh*t near me
Hmm, I've been waitin' for one of you rap n*ggas to play with me
Got all this sh*t out the mud, it ain't sh*t you could say to me
Everybody got the food now, I guess it's trendin'
But n*ggas don't know what to do with the blender
n*gga got a strap, don't know what to do with the whistle
I can put you lil' n*ggas hip, but they don't wanna listen
[Verse 3: BandGang Javar]
I hate when hoes play hard to get, just say you wanna f*ck
My side b*tch snuck a picture of me layin' nuck
My b*tch finna beat your ass, don't put that picture up
Yeah, I heard you asked the first time, no, you can't wear the buffs
When you got this type of cheese, it's how you treat b*tches
Turn an old somethin' to nothin', this how you peep b*tches
Uber Eats, that b*tch come here, she better bring chicken
She gon' need a body cast if a sleeve missing
n*ggas get around they mans and start actin' tough
He might be a goon to you, but he a ho to us
You the one they make walk to the store for blunts
We ain't got that type of problem, all in foreigns, bum
Just 'cause you bought it in the bag, that don't mean it's Runtz
You can't buy the dog some smoke, but he'd sell the pups
If you was aged, that's probably how you ran it up
If you want a better route, you need to f*ck with us
I swiped everything on me, this sh*t in me
The feds ain't got sh*t on me, they can't get me
I ain't got no cash on me, you take giffies?
I can't stop, I'ma be swipin' when I'm fifty
(I swiped everything on me, this sh*t in me)
(The feds ain't got sh*t on me, they can't get me)
(I ain't got no cash on me, you take giffies?)
(I can't stop, I'ma be swipin' when I'm fifty)