Zeek Dat Guy - Goin' in (feat. B.Fehl & Yung F.)

Fuck it I'm going right in
Yeah uh
I'm steady here demolishing
Flow is so astonishing
They play my song and said damn ain't no one as hot as him
Take some garbage shit and then I turn it to a masterpiece
I'm going for the gold you think you stopping me
Homie please
Let's go
It's B.Fehl up on the track
I goes in I goes in and I ain't never coming back
Give a fuck about a hater cause I'm tryna get this paper
If you ain't talking about bout money then I just say see you later
Cause cash rule everything around me
Give a fuck about them bitches they can move from round me
I'm smooth when I do it play a beat and check me out
Guarantee that I'm the hottest in 11 coming out
You go against the kid then you know face defeat
It ain't October 31st nigga this is not a treat
Tried to tell em we the illest niggas coming out Racine
You ain't talking bout that gaup then we don't know what you mean
What you mean

Call me Yung F. in the booth I'm a problem
Step up on the track give me some beats and ima stomp em
Fehl up in the back that's my nigga he know I got him
Yea we in this bitch like a motherfucking condom
Say you like movies well here's a clip I think I shot him
If I ain't shoot em I know my nigga Gutta got em
11th street nigga
On Park is where you spot him
Click clack pow I think the bullets dropped him
Bitches want to ride
Well I got her on the bottom
Almost at the top bitch I started from the bottom
A rodent looking for the cheese you niggas so possum
It's that nigga F. hope you don't forget to dot him
Malaya know I got her the way I'm the
Rapper and a father
I just go harder
Choppa leave a nigga leaking like The Carter
Go dumb on the track she giving brain I feel smarter

Yea yea yea yea okay okay okay okay
Its that nigga Folks
It's that nigga Folks
It's that nigga Folks
Yea jeah huh that right
Got my nigga Fehl
Got my nigga Fehl
Huh yeah

Riding down Villa Street with a banger
I use to hustle on the corner by matrangas
Back then wilding out with my head gone
Now days I'm getting head by a red bone
When I hit the stage watch the whole crowd clap
In the cut eyes low from the loud pack
On the track going in me and Yung F.
Young Zeek got bitches like Hugh Hef
Pussy nigga want to dance choppa jerk you
Got damn I'm going in like curfew
Yeah I'm all about the green fuck a nigga mean
When I pull up on the scene I be super clean
In the hood I'm a motherfucking superstar
We hotboxed then I fucked the bitch in the car

Written by:
Zeek Carr

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