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Date of issue: 07.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
In & Out |
Look, let’s talk about eventful |
Lifestyle mental |
Still crash out your car |
Lose your dapper and that rental |
That’s some unexpected outgoings (outgoings) |
Said she likes mi banter and I’m outgoing |
We are goin' up More time these crops are flied in and out |
The mandem in the bin, got go in and out |
You can’t watch this barrel spin, it’ll go in and out |
Not your average cycle, you’ll tumble |
Don’t make me bring the thingy out |
That’s bossman, with his mop and his spillage sign |
Catch me middle of the bar and not the riverside |
We’ll leave your whole kit red, aggregate no stress |
Put seven on your back, have you tipsy at best |
clean up crew for this mess |
Do I put me to the test? |
Hand tings not vest |
That’s more waps, invest |
These sweets, digest |
That’s my man’s death |
Yo M, |
You know me, never been by the books I’m as crooked as a crook |
Face down, don’t look |
Become a joke |
How much g’s the Vill done took? |
Still screaming |
Free |
Same time execute a broad day knifing |
Yo shush! |
Tell me why I don’t like him, or why he don’t like me Probably 'cause I’m fly and I’m light-skin, you |
Big you up, my bad (aye) |
Participated in the pen game |
It’s a east ting called Rende |
We run this yeah bold bells and all dat |
and all dat |
probably pullin' up in all black |
And that’s the whip too |
I love my bros and that’s the shit we’ve been through |
Or half the shit we’re into |
Deeper, we swim through it Like, shit, mum, what have I become? |
Didn’t want this for your son |
But Imma bring this home |
And we’re all gettin' some |
That’s the mandem too |
If we wanna bang bang, shoot all our lives |
'Cause were I’m from it’s probably more safe in the night |
All we see is broad day bootings |
Bitty stay tootin' |
Youngers roll in new tings, public see them as a nuisance |
Check the crime page, verified we do this |
And I’m soundin' like who |
And my borough soundin' like me |
'member starting writin' «Public Enemy», that was me Make you visit kitchen drawers before you leave, that was me Little Steve on his coffin on my shoulder, that was me Where was you? |
Don’t preach about the things that I do Where was you? |
'Cause it matters what is say |
Where was you? |
Where was you? |
When they took L’s |
Me, I could never stand there and watch |
I’m the type of guy to catch a neek and fuck him by the block |
Come at swing socks |
But right now, I can’t think about the dot |
Cause this year’s lookin' like a lot |
Never whipped it in the pot |
But I tried, I can tell you about some rides |
Nah I lie, would I put that in my rhymes? |
Had me and my accomplice doing time |
So you can catch a vibe |
Shit, then I’ve already spoke too much |
They’ll be in and out before the vocal’s done |
In and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out |