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[Intro] (JJ, what you tellin' me fam'?) Mhm (Hal made it special) Yo, though Yo, I'm in and out them thots, for real They're sayin' that I'm hot, for real For real Uh [Chorus] Yo, I'm in and out them thots, for real They're sayin' that I'm hot, for real Last year I signed a deal, but I'm still on my block, for real Yeah, they stabbed bro, but then somethin' got shot, for real Loop said when he's home, he's back 'round the pot, for real Cash only smokes weed, he ain't into poppin' pills But, when it's beef, know he's down to get it poppin' still She don't wanna talk to me, she just wanna fuck, for real I listen to your songs, and you don't do that stuff, for real [Verse] Sorry if we done it then I aired you for weeks I got bigger fish to fry like airin' them neeks Give it time, she'll come runnin' back, I'll clear the receipts We used to serve to her mum and da, her parents were feinds And, I made my first song, then I turn my block Tenerife Crash soon home, I can't wait 'til they set him free Dimmer pulled me over to the side, he said, "The little one" Said he's on murderin', he ain't even seventeen Why you all actin' like you know me? Give me just a pokey, let me see a opp, now, he's holey I'll do it for my dargy, or homie She wanna go Bali, my young niggas wanna go Stokey Let her keep the bread, you don't owe me Go pay your bills Or, put that towards for you Rollie If I get the drop, then I'm rollin' Nowadays, I get the best slop from Instagram, scrollin' From young, Keekz was out tryna shave his skin Them times, they used to compare Sterling to Chamberlain He chose the wrong side of the Six And, even though he ain't done shit Don't get it twist, I rate his ting I'm buyin' things If I didn't do it, I assist the work My words ain't cheap, they offer racks for a little verse She asked me to suck her feet, she must think I'm Lil Durk K used economy and showed me how the glizzy works I watched no one poke broski, them niggas lyin' Hear them call my name in their songs, I guess them niggas tryin' First tape, dead bread, second one, them figures flyin' Hoes that need linkage, you'll see a thousand bitches flyin' Get a square of any colour for the lo' My head's always hot, but my left wrist is cold Fucked her first time seein' her, don't make her a ho But if I fling it on my nigga and she fucks, then it's sold The dotty might here and there rust, 'cause it's old If one of mine get nicked, I won't trust them to fold I miss the days when I had to be home by ten It's ten-thirty, I know I'm gettin' cussed when I'm home She got talent, you should see the way she sucks on my bone If you're talkin' 'bout guns, I put 'nough in my zone If you're talkin' 'bout hoes, I put 'nough in my bed Crash tryna get domes, he ain't fussed for your legs [Chorus] Yo, I'm in and out them thots, for real They're sayin' that I'm hot, for real Last year I signed a deal, but I'm still on my block, for real Yeah, they stabbed bro, but then somethin' got shot, for real Loop said when he's home, he's back 'round the pot, for real Cash only smokes weed, he ain't into poppin' pills But, when it's beef, know he's down to get it poppin' still She don't wanna talk to me, she just wanna fuck, for real I listen to your songs, and you don't do that stuff, for real