
Lyrics to In & Out
These niggas sittin' on the bench and I'm the one that call the shots
I don't know why he wanna beef, I know it's not about no thot
Chandelier up on my wrist, that's a Patek, it cost a lot
Servin' yola to a fiend, got junkies in and out the spot
Put a couple niggas on, them niggas left me out to rot
Feds comin' through, goddamn, I gotta empty out the spot
Sun out, I think it's time to take the Bentley out the lot
Took a G5 overseas and I landed on a thot
Shawty black and she white, she got stripes like a ref
I ain't worried 'bout no problems, I can solve 'em by myself
Rapper thought he was the one, label put him on the shelf
Cook her up and then I serve her on a platter like a chef
Yes, I get money, yes, I get money
Yes, I been knowin' what you want, I'm not no dummy
She ain't even bad, what she mean, "Amiri, cuff me"?
She said she a meal, shawty must be talkin' 'bout lunch meat
Yeah, we goin' live (Oh yeah)
Oh yeah, we goin' live
We pull the space coupe out, I'm finna glide (Skrrt)
Put some brand new Forgiatos on the ride (Skrrt)
These niggas sittin' on the bench and I'm the one that call the shots
I don't know why he wanna beef, I know it's not about no thot
Chandelier up on my wrist, that's a Patek, it cost a lot
Servin' yola to a fiend, got junkies in and out the spot
Put a couple niggas on, them niggas left me out to rot
Feds comin' through, goddamn, I gotta empty out the spot
Sun out, I think it's time to take the Bentley out the lot
Took a G5 overseas and I landed on a thot
I don't know why he wanna beef, I know it's not about no thot
Chandelier up on my wrist, that's a Patek, it cost a lot
Servin' yola to a fiend, got junkies in and out the spot
Put a couple niggas on, them niggas left me out to rot
Feds comin' through, goddamn, I gotta empty out the spot
Sun out, I think it's time to take the Bentley out the lot
Took a G5 overseas and I landed on a thot
Shawty black and she white, she got stripes like a ref
I ain't worried 'bout no problems, I can solve 'em by myself
Rapper thought he was the one, label put him on the shelf
Cook her up and then I serve her on a platter like a chef
Yes, I get money, yes, I get money
Yes, I been knowin' what you want, I'm not no dummy
She ain't even bad, what she mean, "Amiri, cuff me"?
She said she a meal, shawty must be talkin' 'bout lunch meat
Yeah, we goin' live (Oh yeah)
Oh yeah, we goin' live
We pull the space coupe out, I'm finna glide (Skrrt)
Put some brand new Forgiatos on the ride (Skrrt)
These niggas sittin' on the bench and I'm the one that call the shots
I don't know why he wanna beef, I know it's not about no thot
Chandelier up on my wrist, that's a Patek, it cost a lot
Servin' yola to a fiend, got junkies in and out the spot
Put a couple niggas on, them niggas left me out to rot
Feds comin' through, goddamn, I gotta empty out the spot
Sun out, I think it's time to take the Bentley out the lot
Took a G5 overseas and I landed on a thot
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