Key Glock - In And Outta Town | Lyrics

Kill 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 shit, nigga, yeah (Yeah)
Get Back Gang, gang (Fah, fah, fah, fah)
Uh, your bitch faith, uh
Yup (Yup), nigga (What?), this shit 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 nigga died (Shh)
These niggas hidin', lil' bruh got a switch and he can't wait to try (Yeah)
It's fuck 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 bitch 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 slaughter cows (Yeah)
You know I don't play around, I keep that in and out of town (Fah, fah, fah)

I fucked three 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 (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 (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's fuck 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 bitch 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 slaughter cows (Yup)
You know I don't play around, I keep that in and out of town (Frrt, fah)

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