In and out, we got both comin' in and out, uh
(Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
(Let the BandPlay) ayy
Know them both come in and out
I wasn't seein' Wock', been in a drought
Ayy, ayy, ayy (brrr), let's go

They don't come with code to the safe, no way we leavin' now
We up our doors off on their block, ain't no playin', we stakin' out
Then I started sprayin' 'til you get close
You see some come up out their house
We tapped the one, but I want both, he tried to run, we picked 'em out
Cool to be runnin' with them until you get caught out of bounds
I even got glue on my hands, I still can't put these choppers down
These niggas backdoor on their mans, that lil'ass body don't even count
No you can't relate to my pockets unless you broke four money counters
Three times the money, took me thirty minutes, ran through a hunnid thousand
Start walkin' shit down at fifteen, it wasn't no more shootin' down
Turned sixteen, I'm with my Glock, and bitch, my folks, they kicked me out
Grandma stay deeper with wood, I ain't goin' to school, I ain't from that side
Ain't had no choice, sent me back to the South, now we in Central housing
I'm seventeen in 2017, Rico was still alive
So seven day, pass out that ten, don't forget when you felt that fire
I had my stick, tried to start hencing, I couldn't shoot 'cause I was shy
Look it, it went in and out, but the blood wouldn't even stop
Thirty don't pull over, get straight to that hospital, I'm hot
They check me in, try to wrap me up, start askin' questions, I snuck out
Back in the truck, pick it back up, I need somethin' done, I can't lay down
Ayy, ayy, ayy, grab them sticks, ask when you in my city
Go pop out lookin' for problems, well, she must love me, I'm always with it
This nigga opp packin' a blunt, the same nigga I up in a minute
A iced out gun 'cause I just went platinum
Got Ms in the teeth, new set look different
Bitch, it ain't no V-neck time, use the first one and pay attention
They ask me why I'm always quiet, so when I talk, you pay attention
Long time, goin' on four years, shit still feel new, can't get no heaven
I went and got Lil Tee on my face, when you see me, you can't stop me
Think about bro, shit cut me deep, thought I was scarred, but that was deep
I done saw shit you ain't never seen, pour a four just to dodge my feelings
I had to face that thing, came with the streets, goin' out a G, they know I'm with it
They think you safe 'cause you got chopper on you, the bitch better have six
I already set up his partner, they know that this shit get sticky
Championship ring sittin' on my middle finger, match the brrr on my pendant
The shit drippin' in fashion, Amiri shoes fit a lil' different
I learnt the game watchin' my O-G and it was dope up in the kitchen
I up the chopper and it gon' blast with all my men in position
Don't no member get left behind, yeah, I'm bringin' them by the winnin'
And to all the ones in the sky, keep standin' outside, wait 'til I finish
The reason I keep wantin' to slide, I can't let myself get dizzy
Bought a new babe a Glock-9, took out the clip slap it in a fifty
I might get caught with your favorite rapper baby momma with me
With Chrome Hearts from the hat to the socks, where I'm from, this shit drippy
This Memphis drip, go grab a cup, shit taste ridiculous
Two hunnid K, all blue, now I just stretch down my Amiris
Can't put no heart on them jackets, choose one-way flight with Spirit
With Shiesty name on anything, ain't shit gon' happen, I'm security
Two switches up on me now, do it look like I need security?

Brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr
Brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr
Biggest, brrr, brrr

Copyright: EMPIRE PUBLISHING, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Krishon O'Brien Gaines, Lontrell D. Williams, Tiquon Pryor