In Here

Lyrics: Dedrick Wright/Kamrein McClay/Brailko Artyom Vyacheslavovich/Mikhail Rutts/Joshua Coleman Music: Dedrick Wright/Kamrein McClay/Brailko Artyom Vyacheslavovich/Mikhail Rutts/Joshua Coleman On gang, on gang Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (Bitch) Yeah, yeah I’m out my mother****in’ top, I’m in this bitch Hands are good, but you know I’m tryna work my Glock up in this bitch Bumped up in the club, we snuck them shots up in this bitch Don’t let ’em slip up, when you catch ’em, hit ’em up if he wit’ his bitch Split ’em up as soon as you see ’em, leave a nigga on his dick Grimy nigga, remember days when Lil PY ain’t never have shit Slimey nigga, remember Lil Dump was plottin’ on a lick **** your family, you get bust up lil bitch, you ain’t even got to make no list **** ’em, let his mammy love ‘еm, tell that bitch to rest is piss Shots gon’ damage him, thеn after that, that pussy can’t see shit All you’ll hear is Fa’fa’fa’fa’fa and that’s it They gon’ hop out blrrt, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop Then jump back in it When it’s up, it’s stuck and it ain’t no comin’ down You can buck, and get bust at, get your stupid ass layed down I’m dumb, **** how you come Bitch it’s dumb, **** where you from Bitch I’m pressure, yeah you know it Don’t play dumb, I’m slimey as they come You hear that shot and that’s your ass Can’t get no pass, nigga Can’t run, I point ’em out and they gon’ smash li’ one Nigga know the way we rock Bitch you ain’t Lil Top, so don’t get out your top Youngin’ spin just like a DJ, put one on replay This shit lock to make your body lock Don’t give no **** about him, make his whole family cry Last nigga spoke on me, that pussy bitch ass nigga had to die Bitch yeah I’m from Plaq’ and seen my cousin hit up ‘front my eyes Make sure that you stretch the bitch before the nigga testify Spin on them wit’ a choppa, just so the pussy could see that fi’ I break all the rules, my momma know that I’m her baddest child Remember when I was younger goin’ to chrch and I was in the choir Now I’m a demon baby, wit’ a evil ****in’ look and smile Get your lick back, tote that k, better catch you a soul, that’s broad day Since fifteen, told ’em to **** wit’ me, use to see Kim, just to go spray Big 38, COS, that’s 4KTrey, he play games, he die today No hesitation’, blow his face, blood drippin’ now you bleedin’ nigga I’m out my mother****in’ top, I’m in this bitch Hands are good, but you know I’m tryna work my Glock up in this bitch Bumped up in the club, we snuck them shots up in this bitch Don’t let ’em slip up, when you catch ’em, hit ’em up if he wit’ his bitch Split ’em up as soon as you see ’em, leave a nigga on his dick Grimy nigga, remember days when Lil PY ain’t never have shit Slimey nigga, remember Lil Dump was plottin’ on a lick **** your family, you get bust up lil bitch, you ain’t even got to make no list **** ’em, let his mammy love ’em, tell that bitch to rest is piss Shots gon’ damage him, then after that, that pussy can’t see shit All you’ll hear is Fa’ fa’ fa’ fa’ fa’ and that’s it They gon’ hop out blrrt, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop Then jump back in it