Gucci Mane In song lyrics

"In"

(feat. Yung Fresh)

Got them pints in, tell me what you want to spend

Is you drinking? These niggas know I got that med

Got that cake and, Imma put that FN on your friend

What he thanking? I bet he won't try that shit again

F is for Fendi, this FN is my firearm

My four second assassin, let bygones be bygones

Ice cream on my right cheek, tattoos on my right arm

Cold blooded like a pot thug, and my auntie stole my ball

I'm fresh greeting these Barkley's, got a quarter pound of these broccolis

The neighbors can watch me but the police can't stop me

Fuck trying out for JV, Marcell up in the hot seat

I'm in the ninth grade, fuck a senior, so I got to steal more car keys

I'm lowkey but I mostly, be with niggas that sell Ds

Smoke weed, I still cough, street [?] doing nine to three

[?] sound, that was 92, 91, where was you

8 ball jacket in middle school, always had something to prove

Ease off of these ice cubes, yeah I'm a nigga with an attitude

Cartier, I bought a pair, head so good got to hold her hair

Give her 500, that's more than fair, brought attention so she got to stare

Woke up in the morning, I was out of there

Gucci Mane, the real affair

Mid end, it's packed in, the back end of the caravan

Dudes speak [?] they understand, got rubber bands on rubber bands

Fuck your girl, one night stand, had her on her knees while I stand

Paint her face and her chin then never call that bitch again

Getting money my operation, getting money no hesitation

Super charge, you were made for racing

Sport rims, sport breaking

Kicking juugs all down at [?]

1000 for these niggas, come from [?]

I got em now so fuck waiting, you cash out, fuck debating

Fucked up a dime at the station, I'm counting money and contemplating

Glock 40 for any situation, I know how to equal the equation

Know I'm high, my eyes glazing, if you running then I'm chasing

Letting it go, that Glock blazing

Mask on, Vorhees, Jason

I'm running through it, thumbing through it

Serve him a dummy brick, he wish he knew it

Before he got to his state line, I was counting money, having a great time

Smoking great pound with a bitch that was real thick, you know this bitch fine

Served one nigga like two times, came back and ate about two nines