CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : In & Out
(Steve-O crowned this beat)
(Intro: Rio Da Yung OG)
Waddup Baby Zeek?
Ghetto Boyz sh*t
Aye
I was just talking to the plug
Trynna have that n***a front a Zip
Then Baby Zeek called me with a 90 script
Heard a n***a took yo sh*t
Why you buy a blick?
This a old Cat with a drum on it, and I
Ride with it
Riding round with the heat
Cause its a cold world
I love copping 200 a gram for ol’ girl
I know a n***a made 200 off of EDD
Rio talk sh*t so much I think his breath stink
1000 pills 200 real, but the rest fake
I got a bad b*t*h she real but her breast fake
Drunk all the lean tonight
I wasn’t thinking bout the next day
Go to the store and grab some Pinesol
I’m finna meth make
Bro pop ya momma up just to pop a perk
And I’ll meet up with the Opps
If they got some purp
Shoot that n***a in thе head
I need to watch it first
I paid bills I ain’t never hit my mommas pursе
Sippin Za bro told me that it’s what’s his name
Oh yeah dawg let me smoke this n***a to the brain
Yo n***a like a loose dog somebody took his chain
Before I made some Ramen Noodles I was cooking caine
When you was bussin zips down
I was pushin’ weight
Seen a n***a hop out with a
I just looked away
Call a n***a BM like
“What you cook today”?
Couple 9 pieces I could sell a whole book today
I feel like my n***a Rontae I’m a misfit
I seen a n***a drop a hunnid and ain’t hit sh*t
I ain’t never loose with the strap b*t*h I flip sh*t
This a 41 club boy you got a 36 wrist
Baby wanna see the hood I shot her to the mall
Call Maine pop a perk and beat her doonies down
LV mascot b*t*h I’m Louis’d down
Real trap n***a, I’ll still bust a cutie down
Heard the fans want some food I got a lot of that
Boy you a b*t*h they took yo sh*t and you bought it back?
My house lookin like the ground I got a lot of crack
Just counted out 50 thou’
Whose to vouch for that?
If ain’t no money in your fanny pack
What you got in that?
One of my opps dropped a Cat
And got shot in that
Don’t be talking bout them blue bills
I get a lot of that
100 racks in my backpack got my pocket flat
N***a I’ll let you have my baby momma
If you got some Act’
A n***a popped my lil brother we shot him back
But the difference is we hit the n***a top
He ain’t got a hat
50 racks on Wok in one month
I ain’t gotta cap
All white caine but the boy still brown
I was just a boy sellin’ boy on the hound
Lil n***a talkin’ crazy now that boy on the ground
Hood getting hot now we trappin outta town
She wanna f**k Rio and she wanna f**k Zeeks
But here take this rental
Go shoot down to Tennessee
I’m a real dope fein’
Shoot my lines from the 3
And I’m a dope fiend too I just drunk
A whole key
(By myself too, yeah Ghetto Boyz sh*t n***a
You know what the f**k goin’ on)
(Intro: Rio Da Yung OG)
Waddup Baby Zeek?
Ghetto Boyz sh*t
Aye
I was just talking to the plug
Trynna have that n***a front a Zip
Then Baby Zeek called me with a 90 script
Heard a n***a took yo sh*t
Why you buy a blick?
This a old Cat with a drum on it, and I
Ride with it
Riding round with the heat
Cause its a cold world
I love copping 200 a gram for ol’ girl
I know a n***a made 200 off of EDD
Rio talk sh*t so much I think his breath stink
1000 pills 200 real, but the rest fake
I got a bad b*t*h she real but her breast fake
Drunk all the lean tonight
I wasn’t thinking bout the next day
Go to the store and grab some Pinesol
I’m finna meth make
Bro pop ya momma up just to pop a perk
And I’ll meet up with the Opps
If they got some purp
Shoot that n***a in thе head
I need to watch it first
I paid bills I ain’t never hit my mommas pursе
Sippin Za bro told me that it’s what’s his name
Oh yeah dawg let me smoke this n***a to the brain
Yo n***a like a loose dog somebody took his chain
Before I made some Ramen Noodles I was cooking caine
When you was bussin zips down
I was pushin’ weight
Seen a n***a hop out with a
I just looked away
Call a n***a BM like
“What you cook today”?
Couple 9 pieces I could sell a whole book today
I feel like my n***a Rontae I’m a misfit
I seen a n***a drop a hunnid and ain’t hit sh*t
I ain’t never loose with the strap b*t*h I flip sh*t
This a 41 club boy you got a 36 wrist
Baby wanna see the hood I shot her to the mall
Call Maine pop a perk and beat her doonies down
LV mascot b*t*h I’m Louis’d down
Real trap n***a, I’ll still bust a cutie down
Heard the fans want some food I got a lot of that
Boy you a b*t*h they took yo sh*t and you bought it back?
My house lookin like the ground I got a lot of crack
Just counted out 50 thou’
Whose to vouch for that?
If ain’t no money in your fanny pack
What you got in that?
One of my opps dropped a Cat
And got shot in that
Don’t be talking bout them blue bills
I get a lot of that
100 racks in my backpack got my pocket flat
N***a I’ll let you have my baby momma
If you got some Act’
A n***a popped my lil brother we shot him back
But the difference is we hit the n***a top
He ain’t got a hat
50 racks on Wok in one month
I ain’t gotta cap
All white caine but the boy still brown
I was just a boy sellin’ boy on the hound
Lil n***a talkin’ crazy now that boy on the ground
Hood getting hot now we trappin outta town
She wanna f**k Rio and she wanna f**k Zeeks
But here take this rental
Go shoot down to Tennessee
I’m a real dope fein’
Shoot my lines from the 3
And I’m a dope fiend too I just drunk
A whole key
(By myself too, yeah Ghetto Boyz sh*t n***a
You know what the f**k goin’ on)
