Lyrics Go In - Hotboy Wes

The h- love it (the h- love it)

Street - persona, thuggin' lonely, I got no friends (no friends)
B- say, "Bae, you better not play, - what they say, just go in" (go in)
Break her back, blow out her cat, rip out her tracks and sew-in
That backend late, I blow that Drac', I better not play, I go in (go in)
Came grinding off porches (Porches)
- rocks on torches (torches)
Drop top on Porsches (skrrt)
Driving like Jeff Gordon (skrrt)
All white my Forces
Wait for it, don't force it (nah)
Broke and a b- ain't like all of my pics, now I'm poppin' my sh- in my portraits (cheese)

You know how I'm livin', don't play with my feelings, inside of my head, I hear voices
I'm really a savage, I didn't have a daddy, I had to go make me some choices (choices)
Chasin' after my dreams, servin' fiends at a FEMA (FEMA)
- can't even see me, I'm feeling like John Cena (- can't see me)
Moved out of Section 8, I'm catchin' plays in Pasadena
The ones who didn't believe me, made 'em all a believer, gang

Street - persona, thuggin' lonely, I got no friends (no friends)
B- say, "Bae, you better not play, - what they say, just go in" (go in)
Break her back, blow out her cat, rip out her tracks and sew-in
That backend late, I blow that Drac', I better not play, I go in (go in)
Came grinding off porches (Porches)
- rocks on torches (torches)
Drop top on Porsches (skrrt)
Driving like Jeff Gordon (skrrt)
All white my Forces
Wait for it, don't force it (nah)
Broke and a b- ain't like all of my pics, now I'm poppin' my shit in my portraits (cheese)

I ain't shakin' no hand (I ain't shakin' no hand)
I just talked to my dog through a JPay
All my diamonds hittin' like a hurricane, make a b- holler, "A bay bay"
I'm a real Crip, got hollow tips and an extra clip on the AK
In the alleyway servin' straight hard
I'ma post up, - a face card
I'm a roguish - in a racecar
With a 40 Glock and an AR
If you looking for me, I don't stay far
I'm where the lions, tigers, and the apes are

Street - persona, thuggin' lonely, I got no friends (no friends)
B- say, "Bae, you better not play, - what they say, just go in" (go in)
Break her back, blow out her cat, rip out her tracks and sew-in
That backend late, I blow that Drac', I better not play, I go in (go in)
Came grinding off porches (Porches)
- rocks on torches (torches)
Drop top on Porsches (skrrt)
Driving like Jeff Gordon (skrrt)
All white my Forces
Wait for it, don't force it (nah)
Broke and a B- ain't like all of my pics, now I'm poppin' my shit in my portraits (cheese)

The h- love it (the h- love it)