Goin In

My baby mama been trippin' on me, homie, oh well
Just to be honest, I'm a fuck shhhh in a hotel, for real
Thirteen, I was middle man'n me dope deals
Sixteen, I was scrapin' skates on a coke scale
And my coattail been

Draggin' you bitches, draggin' you hoes
Imagine me taggin' and baggin' and ditchin' them off of the road
I beat up her back and I tell her to go
Spreadin' her legs and I'm leavin' them froze
She cumin' and cumin, you already know
Keepin' her pussy wet, runnin' with moe

Ain't no gums bumpin, I ain't talkin' past on a pillow pad
Them loose lips still choose to dip
While they pullin' crack through a Brillo pad
Yeah, I'm really mad, where the money at? Yeah, I'm with it, Jack
Where the money at? Yeah, I'm with a Jack

Boy, I swear to God, I'm goin' in on em
Boy, I swear to God, I'm goin' in on em
Boy, I swear to God, I'm goin' in on em
Till I ride and ride with them ends on me
I ain't worried about friends, homie
Toyota with the dent on me
GA to the TEN, homie
With a suitcase full them drugs on me
I ain't worried about love, homie
Motherfuckin' fake love, homie
Yeah boy put a dollar on it, watch ya boy flip it like an acrobat
Whoa, homie, gettin' swoll on him
Chew a hole through you like a pack of rats
Smooth on em Burt Bacharach
Fine bitches get they back attacked

Give me one more for my town
Give me one more for my city
I got one more for her mouth
Then I'ma go bust all her titties
You know that I'm straight from the south
The paper done stumbled up plenty
I got off the snow and I'm out
One hundred, that's really
I swear to God, I'm goin' in on em