In And Out lyrics

[Intro]

Aye, Bitch

Outwest 290 Shit nigga

You know how im rocking nigga

Get yo guns up, Get yo funds up

You on that opp shit, Get mop stick Bitch

No Hooks, Aye

4CH Solid Gang, Catch a body gang

Aye, Aye, Aye

[Verse 1: Lud Foe]

I dropped out of school

Started selling dog food

Kept the biggest pistol even though i was a small dude

I'll get your block hot

50 Shots out this AK

You diss on my name, you get smoked on the same day

We do a hit, We hit your block the same way

You niggas broke, Tell me how yall wanna gang bang

Ridin' Round with two baby ninas

I feel like Max Payne

Serving Caine, Baby i'm trapping

I'm selling everything

I gotta watch my back

I know these niggas out to get me

So i bought a mac

You better know i got it with me

Bag on ya head, On ya head

It's a meal ticket

Stuntin' On these niggas

They don't like it gotta deal with it

He pillow talked the bitch

You know she still let me hit it

Pistol to the party

Security let me in with it

I pop lock The Glock, Bitch i'm Huey

With this F&N

I cruise up the block, While im listening to "Many Men"

If you a opp, we gone put this hot shit on you

I got 30 shots, Make me put this mop stick on you

Laser beam, Make you think chicken pox was on you

You get robbed, Now we going in them pockets on you

He a plug but he snitching

He put sockets on you

I love fucking thick bitches

I fuck skinny bitches too

Love riding 26's, Ride 24's too

Homicide would you take a life?

Would you really shoot?

You on some tough shit, We on some young shit

Let us through

100 niggas jump you

Thats 200 feet stomping you

Treat a nigga like he ricky, Make me put this pump to you

Went from recording out the closet room

And using Fruity Loops

Me and Kid Wonder Bishop

Always had the juice

Let this tec loose

All over your head like mousse

I got my Colt .45 catch you on some drunk shit

I collect checks from these hoes

On my don Juan Shit

Got that check fucked it off, like it really wasn't shit

A lot of niggas run they mouth

They don't really run shit

You ain't did what i did

Bitch you never done shit

I'm smoking goat piss

That shit that have me high in one hit

You wanna rap beef, and tell fairy tales about me

Real street nigga, i got all the killers round me

Fake ass nigga, how could you be real around me

And if Im hungry bitch

You better not eat a meal around me

Hard shells hit your Soft Shells, now you ground beef

Flipping work, It do cartwheels when its round me

She can't swim

She gone fuck around and drown round me

Im the center niggas can't get a rebound round me

Alot of Pussy niggas tryna' smile

When i come around

But they smiles turn upside down when im not around

Cruising tough behind the tints

Loaded pistol in my reach

Better hustle like your broke

If you don't, you a leech

Put some muscle in your grind, down the line you'll see

I was young, always kept a beeper on the side of me

Leaving school every second, just to go and serve a P

I had good grades cuz i used to sell my teacher weed

Put the Dre Beats on, Then i hit the studio

Spitting straight dope

I put fentanyl on the flow

Fuck her once then get ghost

Go AWOL on a hoe

Heavy traffic, so i put some berkeley bars on the door

'22 Glock loaded up with 22 shots

For this knot

Bitch i scrapped up every angle in the pot

All these rap niggas actors

Always claiming shit they not

Picked my boogers

So my bankroll covered up with snot

She ain't love me, But She love me now

Cuz im getting guap

Since in getting funds

Hoes say i'm acting funny now

All my niggas rob, boy you better not pull your money out

Reached in and hat them thought i was gone pull the bunny out

It's a hot car

Only drive it when its sunny out

They was laughing at me

I dont think they think its funny now

Black and yellow bumble bee

I parked it at my honey house

Bitch i'm from chicago, I be all across the country now

Sleeping on a palet when i lived in granny house

I had ambition and tuition to make it out

It was rough for me

Other rappers took the safter route

Being Hard Headed really Made me wanna listen now

Thinking bout the shit i could've had but i was missing out

Old heads lay some knowledge on you, if you hear it out

Say the game should be sold

But to me they give it out

Call my plug for the birds, he gone bring the pigeons out

Used to have a girlfriend

I fuck plenty women now

Im not a minute man

I won't give a hoe a minute now

At my trap house, dope feinds running in and out

• Artist:Lud Foe
• Album:No Hooks (2016)