I Get It In lyrics

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Now I don't leave the house without my shotty
It ain't that I'm tryna hurt nobody
But n*ggas wanna act like they won't get smacked up
I put it to they chest, and I leave them clapped up
My nina hold ten, it hold ten
[?] I get it in
I get it in
My record [?] spin
f*cking [?] gon' win

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Four four [?] shiney as f*ck, yo
I like the rubber grip, cause it hurt when the gun blow
Black mask on, outside of your condo
I used to move the rock, and dish it off like Rondo
[?] on the block, always yelling 'bout [?]
I scate on these n*ggas, like I'm out in Toronto
Black [?] challenger and it sit low
I told you I'm the motherf*cking man from the get go
I know a lotta things, and I know what I don't know
Po po, n*ggas be rapping all so so
Singing on thеse records, like K-Ci and JoJo
Skinny jеan wearing n*ggas, shopping at so ho
No go, you make me go [?]
These lil n*ggas out here, sweeter than coco
Depression, recession, got a n*gga with no dough
Been all around the world, ho, I told you I'm global
I can't walk around without them taking my photo
I move on these n*ggas, like I'm sparring with [?]
Big dawg, you just a lil pup like Todoe
Stop lying n*gga, from my truck you might go
All these n*ggas here softer than [?]
Sheek a sure thing n*gga, y'all n*ggas might blow
Lost a lil weight on the [?] no lypo
Hit you with the hatchet motherf*cker, I'm Michael
Myres, the plires pull teeth out
Ask these n*ggas what the beef 'bout
[Verse 2: Styles P]
[?] get it in, hit him in the chin
The size of the slug like the [?] on the rym
I don't give a f*ck, when I'm dippin in the Benz
Cause I'm tryna get drunk, drinking liquor with my friends
Coke, we get it in
Then we get it out
Your head's like a baseball, n*gga, I hit it out
My raps like a raizer, my n*gga, I spit it out
Think about money, and days I did without
Cowboys and indians, n*gga, I'm what you scout
Gun with the laser, my n*gga, all in your mouth
Coke in the trunk, my n*ggas be going south
And they don't give a f*ck about no goddamn drout
I was hood rich before I had rap clout
Somebody getting clapped, if I pull that out
I be in the block, [?] rolling a [?]
[?] rap b*tch with the gat tucked
n*gga, drive by, hop out with a back up
Leave n*ggas shot and stabbed, homie, that's us
Know about the work, hit him where it hurt
Gun or a knife, or a bottle to a verse
b*tch standing there, Imma go up in the perse
Try to act dumb, that's only gon' make it worse
I don't go to church, I be on the block
[?] squeezeing on the Glock, [?]
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Now I don't leave the house without my shotty
It ain't that I'm tryna hurt nobody
But n*ggas wanna act like they won't get smacked up
I put it to they chest, and I leave them clapped up
My nina hold ten, it hold ten
[?] I get it in
I get it in
My record [?] spin
f*cking [?] gon' win