PVO KP & FuzzMack - In & Out

Took her heart and I'm tearing it out
Walk in that bitch we airing it out
Money all that I'm carin about
Yea, yea gotta plug and he live in the south
Brought the packs yeah we shipping em out
I was broke but I'm gettin it now
Yea, yea I was broke had to figure it out
In the v we gon dip in and out, got some x so I'm sipping it now
Yea, yea she tried to judge me like a trial
I could never settle down, they booked my dawg ain't let em' out
Tried to give me advice I ain't listening
Trapping, rappin, I don't see the difference
Got these bitches with me like I'm pimpin em'
If the plug give me weed he ain't skimping it
Bitch the life of your dreams I been living it
When I go to sleep I still get dividends
Me and these niggas never been synonym
Yea, my lil bitch love complaining
I told her these drugs is dangerous, I'm speaking a love language
Yea, aye my dawg gotta gun and it's stainless
My mom told me don't talk to strangers
If you get too close I get angry, yea
I'm not tryna cause a commotion
I'm smoking on za and it's potent
She want me to dive in the ocean
I'm not even gonna trip about nun, I'm just gon let god control it
I ball like Demar Derozan, turn that boy to a fallen soldier, yea
If I miss my shot he was lucky, he must've had a clover
Ya shorty she came right over, know what came next
Know I'm bending it over
And we had to switch to the sofa
I cook this shit up like Qdoba
These racks in my pocket not folding, all of my hoes do aerobics
I been on my grind so I'm winnin
Gotta new whip and it's tinted
Tell me what's the price? Ain't fishin
Don't need no advice won't listen
And we got it elevated, this a two door but it's hella spacious
And you know we get Bella faded, she come to my crib that's the destination
I got my mind gone, I got bitches in all different time zones
We trap out the condo, then we beat up the pot like a bongo
Gotta bitch and she foreign, I think she came straight from the Congo
Me and fuzz pop a bomb tho, and I pass em that bitch like I'm rondo
I had to go get it, I kept my pole wimme
Remember trapping in any weather, rain or the snow Nigga
Bitch I'm still trapping in any weather, ask how I'm doing I'm doin better
You like how I'm rapping I'm speaking clever
Travis Scott's on my feet can't forget coretta
I'm not tryna cause a commotion
I'm smoking on za and it's potent
She want me to dive in the ocean
I'm not even gonna trip about nun, I'm just gon let god control it
I ball like Demar Derozan, turn that boy to a fallen soldier, yea

Written by:
Kip Patton, Tyler Paul

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find