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Yelloepzm - Goin' in Lyrics



Yelloepzm - Goin' in Lyrics




Young nigga from the dirt but I stay clean as f*ck
Yo bm call me to come beat it up after you beat her up
That hoe a gangsta keep it silent this shit discreet with us
My young niggas wildin bout that violence so please don't sleep on us
All a nigga ask is one favor keep it street wit us nigga
If you beef with us do not call the police on us
When shit get evil ion see you I'm getting yo people touched
Y'all not pilgrims we not Indians can't make peace with us
I'm cluctchin all in yo section that weak ass block you be reppin
Panic Zone we not a gang we a frat cause all of my niggas be steppin
Panic Zone that nickel back to the tracks that's where shit get hectic
Panic Zone going get it inked in my skin and iced out on a necklace
Them pussy niggas from the jects keep tryna test me
Ima raw'em out when I catchem nigga we can fight with the hands
Or fight with the weapons either way I'm coming out on top bitch I'm good with pressure
Backwoods hangin out my mouth and it's fulla pressure
Let Nina speak to a nigga my clip fulla lectures
On da block selling rock for bands totin heavy metal
Remember I use to ask hoes to f*ck they say yelloe never
Now I'm always diggin in some pussy call me yelloe shovel
I should build me an asylum I got these hoes out they mind aye aye
She can't take dick from the back she like to get hit from the side aye aye
You broke and ain't sellin no pussy bitch better get you a job
Last of a dying breed bitch I'm one of a kind
A lil Static wit a couple niggas from da other side
Shit get electric Ima slide they go respect my f*cking mind
All 3 of my children I feel they was blessings in disguise
Wasn't for them I'll still be out here pressing niggas out like a iron
I gave my lil hitta some paper i don't need none of it back
You f*ck wit him you f*ck wit me I'm f*ckin wit dat
We do all the shooting first no busting it back
Street nigga I just so happen to f*ck with the rap
Still Ina trap no envelopes bitch I'm stamped
Give ya potna some velveta he's a rat
I don't sell no f*ckin reefa bitch this crack
Just like a young in goin to school I got that school
Nigga said I was a hoe I beg to differ you know you ain't go slang it
You be stunting with that pistol you know how I be comin
I be runnin with them killas if that water getting deep we dive like synchronized swimmers
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Young nigga from the dirt but I stay clean as f*ck
Yo bm call me to come beat it up after you beat her up
That hoe a gangsta keep it silent this shit discreet with us
My young niggas wildin bout that violence so please don't sleep on us
All a nigga ask is one favor keep it street wit us nigga
If you beef with us do not call the police on us
When shit get evil ion see you I'm getting yo people touched
Y'all not pilgrims we not Indians can't make peace with us
I'm cluctchin all in yo section that weak ass block you be reppin
Panic Zone we not a gang we a frat cause all of my niggas be steppin
Panic Zone that nickel back to the tracks that's where shit get hectic
Panic Zone going get it inked in my skin and iced out on a necklace
Them pussy niggas from the jects keep tryna test me
Ima raw'em out when I catchem nigga we can fight with the hands
Or fight with the weapons either way I'm coming out on top bitch I'm good with pressure
Backwoods hangin out my mouth and it's fulla pressure
Let Nina speak to a nigga my clip fulla lectures
On da block selling rock for bands totin heavy metal
Remember I use to ask hoes to f*ck they say yelloe never
Now I'm always diggin in some pussy call me yelloe shovel
I should build me an asylum I got these hoes out they mind aye aye
She can't take dick from the back she like to get hit from the side aye aye
You broke and ain't sellin no pussy bitch better get you a job
Last of a dying breed bitch I'm one of a kind
A lil Static wit a couple niggas from da other side
Shit get electric Ima slide they go respect my f*cking mind
All 3 of my children I feel they was blessings in disguise
Wasn't for them I'll still be out here pressing niggas out like a iron
I gave my lil hitta some paper i don't need none of it back
You f*ck wit him you f*ck wit me I'm f*ckin wit dat
We do all the shooting first no busting it back
Street nigga I just so happen to f*ck with the rap
Still Ina trap no envelopes bitch I'm stamped
Give ya potna some velveta he's a rat
I don't sell no f*ckin reefa bitch this crack
Just like a young in goin to school I got that school
Nigga said I was a hoe I beg to differ you know you ain't go slang it
You be stunting with that pistol you know how I be comin
I be runnin with them killas if that water getting deep we dive like synchronized swimmers
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Writer: LaMarcus Francois
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Written by: LaMarcus Francois

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