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zaybang - in n out lyrics

[intro: zaybang]
and i’m gettin’ on
he play crazy, then i’m—
ayy, n+gga

[chorus: zaybang & ebk jaaybo]
look, ayy, let a n+gga try to play crazy (ayy), then i’m gettin’ on
my brother dumb (ayy), but he could show you how to put the switch on
and we don’t do no talkin’ ’bout these skits on them iphones
headshot to show you (huh) how this f+ck n+gga mind gone
rearrange a f+ck n+gga face (ayy), we had a 50 poppin’
a n+gga dissed, we don’t diss back, we finna spin his block
masked up, we comin’ for the cheese (ayy), b+tch, we in and out (cheese)
my brother got the drop (ayy, ayy), sh+t, we right outside a n+gga house

[verse 1: ebk jaaybo]
yeah, yeah, i don’t be nervous on them drills, i be relaxed
whеn theyk!lled my brother gonе, i heard they said that j+bo got him whacked
mhm, i’m not no regular artist, i’m on that
intercept a n+gga life, we call that a soul sn+tch
body shots and dome taps, he only mad because i dribbled on him
i seen a n+gga lifeless as a child, so i keep pistol on me
went to the half+completed drills, your jumper whack if you didn’t smoke him
slubby mo, my brother died (ayy), so i’m livin’ for him
yeah, yeah, push up in h+llcat, but we ain’t speed racin’
different competitions, we tryna see who gon’ be first to face him
ayy, head taps, broad day, my lil’ bros ain’t playin’
bent their block myself, hopped out and left dozens of cases
yeah, the ambulance gon’ have to help me
spanked a bro, i went and got him back in blood, i know he failed him (yeah)
bob the builder, just was me and my tool when i nailed him
yeah, yeah, don’t even think that god can’t help me, g
[chorus: zaybang]
look, ayy, let a n+gga try to play crazy (ayy), then i’m gettin’ on
my brother dumb (ayy), but he could show you how to put the switch on
and we don’t do no talkin’ ’bout these skits on them iphones
headshot to show you (huh) how this f+ck n+gga mind gone
rearrange a f+ck n+gga face (ayy), we had a 50 poppin’
a n+gga dissed, we don’t diss back, we finna spin his block
masked up, we comin’ for the cheese (ayy, look), b+tch, we in and out
my brother got the drop (ayy), sh+t, we right outside a n+gga house

[verse 2: zaybang]
look, n+gga, three poles, ridin’ through the city, but we two deep
been free, bro, money on his books (ayy), he caught a two+piece
and you gon’ probably see me to the neck ’cause i got two+three
them diss songs, i told ’em, “f+ck a song, n+gga, shoot me”
we hit the road, bs in the load, i knock the whole b+tch
some white forces with a black tee, match the chrome ‘fit
and i can’t even say my brother name ’cause he dome sh+t
and how you tryna say you with the sh+t and you just sold stick?
no security, i be with the bros and we on tip
n+ggas keep on rappin’ ’bout this gun that they froze with
in sixth grade, i was sittin’ in class with a four+nick’ (ayy)
big splash, we had probably crashed, n+gga, don’t slip
and f+ck suckers, we had breezed through and leave it taped off
if you ain’t seen a couple hundred thousand (ayy), then you can’t talk
them blue tips’ll leave a n+gga stuck (ayy), now he can’t walk
them 40 sh+lls leave him closed, caskets take his face off
[chorus: zaybang]
look, ayy, let a n+gga try to play crazy (ayy), then i’m gettin’ on
my brother dumb (ayy), but he could show you how to put the switch on
and we don’t do no talkin’ ’bout these skits on them iphones
headshot to show you (huh) how this f+ck n+gga mind gone
rearrange a f+ck n+gga face (ayy), we had a 50 poppin’
a n+gga dissed, we don’t diss back, we finna spin his block
masked up, we comin’ for the cheese (ayy, look), b+tch, we in and out
my brother got the drop (ayy), sh+t, we right outside a n+gga house

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