I Get It In

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Now I don't leave the house without my shotty
It ain't that I'm tryna hurt nobody
But niggas wanna act like they won't get smacked up
I put it to they chest, and I leave them clapped up
My nina hold ten, it hold ten
[?] I get it in
I get it in
My record [?] spin
Fucking [?] gon' win

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Four four [?] shiney as fuck, yo
I like the rubber grip, cause it hurt when the gun blow
Black mask on, outside of your condo
I used to move the rock, and dish it off like Rondo
[?] on the block, always yelling 'bout [?]
I scate on these niggas, like I'm out in Toronto
Black [?] challenger and it sit low
I told you I'm the motherfucking man from the get go
I know a lotta things, and I know what I don't know
Po po, niggas be rapping all so so
Singing on thеse records, like K-Ci and JoJo
Skinny jеan wearing niggas, shopping at so ho
No go, you make me go [?]
These lil niggas out here, sweeter than coco
Depression, recession, got a nigga with no dough
Been all around the world, ho, I told you I'm global
I can't walk around without them taking my photo
I move on these niggas, like I'm sparring with [?]
Big dawg, you just a lil pup like Todoe
Stop lying nigga, from my truck you might go
All these niggas here softer than [?]
Sheek a sure thing nigga, y'all niggas might blow
Lost a lil weight on the [?] no lypo
Hit you with the hatchet motherfucker, I'm Michael
Myres, the plires pull teeth out
Ask these niggas what the beef 'bout

[Verse 2: Styles P]
[?] get it in, hit him in the chin
The size of the slug like the [?] on the rym
I don't give a fuck, when I'm dippin in the Benz
Cause I'm tryna get drunk, drinking liquor with my friends
Coke, we get it in
Then we get it out
Your head's like a baseball, nigga, I hit it out
My raps like a raizer, my nigga, I spit it out
Think about money, and days I did without
Cowboys and indians, nigga, I'm what you scout
Gun with the laser, my nigga, all in your mouth
Coke in the trunk, my niggas be going south
And they don't give a fuck about no goddamn drout
I was hood rich before I had rap clout
Somebody getting clapped, if I pull that out
I be in the block, [?] rolling a [?]
[?] rap bitch with the gat tucked
Nigga, drive by, hop out with a back up
Leave niggas shot and stabbed, homie, that's us
Know about the work, hit him where it hurt
Gun or a knife, or a bottle to a verse
Bitch standing there, Imma go up in the perse
Try to act dumb, that's only gon' make it worse
I don't go to church, I be on the block
[?] squeezeing on the Glock, [?]

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Now I don't leave the house without my shotty
It ain't that I'm tryna hurt nobody
But niggas wanna act like they won't get smacked up
I put it to they chest, and I leave them clapped up
My nina hold ten, it hold ten
[?] I get it in
I get it in
My record [?] spin
Fucking [?] gon' win