In & Outta Town Lyrics – Key Glock
*** the law (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
Really wanna call this ***, ***, yeah (Yeah)
Get Back Gang, gang (Fah, fah, fah, fah)
Uh, your *** faith, uh
Yup (Yup), *** (What?), this *** still major (Ayy)
Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout? Mmm-mmm-mmm
Ayy (Yeah)
Don’t tell me to slide, I was on that before my *** died (Shh)
These niggas hidin’, lil’ bruh got a switch and he can’t wait to try (Yeah)
It’s *** the opps, just let ’em rot, these niggas, they be rappin’ lies
I’m ’bout my guap, these niggas clowns, yeah, these niggas is Pennywise
Your *** on my genital (Phew, phew), yeah (Phew), I been gettin’ it for a while (Phew)
Fourteen stole, a quarter pound, I ran it up, come turn me down (Yeah)
Big Glock, I been runnin’ wild, you want some beef? I *** cows (Yeah)
You know I don’t play around, I keep that in and out of town (Fah, fah, fah)
I *** three on the floor and couch, this *** got glizzy in her mouth
My chopper like to twerk, it clap, the only *** I’m worried ’bout (Yup)
Niggas, I ain’t worried ’bout ’cause all they do is run they mouth (Nyah)
(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 pokin’ palms, 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 (What?), so that’s why I got like five wives
I flip your ass like Five Guys (Frrt, yeah), choppers in all shots (Cheah)
Big old Glocks, got all kinds (For real, cheah), gang ‘nem got all kinds (Cheah)
I’m workin’ hard, no part-time (What?), these niggas part-time
I don’t want somethin’, need all mine (Real), yeah, I need all of mine (***)
Don’t tell me to slide (Phew), I was on that before my *** died (Phew, phew)
These niggas hidin’, lil’ bruh got a switch and he can’t wait to try
It’s *** the opps, just 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 *** on my genital (Yeah), yeah, I been gettin’ it for a while
Fourteen stole, a quarter pound (Ayy), I ran it up, come turn me down (Yeah)
Big Glock, I been runnin’ wild (Ayy), you want some beef? I *** cows (Yup)
You know I don’t play around, I keep that in and out of town (Frrt, fah)
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