In & Outta Town
Key Glock
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Kill 'em all, yeah (Hitkidd, what it do, man?) (Ayo, BandPlay) Cutthroat La Familia, Paper Route 5L You know what I'm sayin'? Paper Route business, Paper Route campaign Whatever you wanna call this shit, nigga Yeah, yeah, get Back Gang, gang (fah, fah, fah, fah) Uh, your bitch fave, uh Yeah (yeah), nigga (what?) This shit still major (ayy) Ayy (yeah) Don't tell me to slide, I was on that before my nigga died (shh) These niggas hidin', lil' bruh got a switch and he can't wait to try it (yeah) It's f*ck the opps, yeah, let 'em rot, these niggas, they be rappin' lies I'm 'bout my guap, these niggas clowns, yeah, these niggas is Pennywise Your bitch on my genitals (phew, phew), yeah (phew), I been gettin' it for a while (phew) Fourteen, stole a quarter pound, I ran it up, couldn't turn me down (yeah) Big Glock, I been runnin' wild, you want some beef? I slaughter cows (yeah) You know I don't play around, I keep that in and out of town (fah, fah, fah) I fucked her on the floor and couch, this bitch got glizzy in her mouth My chopper like to twerk, it clap, the only bitch I'm worried 'bout (yup) Niggas, I ain't worried 'bout 'cause all they do is run they mouth (yeah) Niggas, I ain't worried 'bout 'cause all they do is run they mouth Ayy, don't tell me to slide, I been on that for a long time (fah, fah, fah) These niggas porcupines, backstabbin', that is not my kind (cliqued up) Hoppin' out a truck on twenty-sixes with my .45 (skrrt, skrrt, fah) You know I rep that five, so that's why I got like five wives I flip your ass like five guys (yeah), choppers in all size (yeah) Big old Glocks, got all kinds (for real, yeah), gang 'nem got all kinds (yeah) I'm workin' hard, no part-time (what?), These niggas part-time I don't want some, need all mine (real), yeah, I need all of mine (bitch) Don't tell me to slide (phew), I was on that before my nigga died (phew, phew) These niggas hidin', lil' bruh got a switch and he can't wait to try it It's f*ck the opps, yeah, let 'em rot, these niggas, they be rappin' lies (tss) I'm 'bout my guap, these niggas clowns, yeah, these niggas is Pennywise (phew) Your bitch on my genitals (yeah), yeah, I been gettin' it for a while Fourteen, stole a quarter pound (ayy), I ran it up, couldn't turn me down (yeah) Big Glock, I been runnin' wild (ayy), you want some beef? I slaughter cows (yup) You know I don't play around, I keep that in and out of town (frrt, fah) Yeah Yeah Yeah
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Written by: Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
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