Goin In - Gunna

I will never ever switch

I stopped and watch 'em take a pic

I put some icing on my wrist

My Forgiato blowing kiss, lips

I hit the club and threw a 10

She know I know I’m goin' in

Got Tom Ford on my lens

A Don Juan like a pimp, bitch

Got 60 shows a nigga goin' in

They sent me to front with a back end

World tour, I’m picking up a 10

We run up that sack when they pack in

You wanna send it, better mail it straight

I could show you, let me demonstrate

Saran wrap it like a dinner plate

You got the truck and I’mma check the date

Get there early, not a minute late

Bust it open, smoke it, meditate

That lean is something I can never waste

That Iley Miley got a bitter taste

We been pouring syrup in a Minute Maid

We far from white but we got plenty K’s

We blow this shit up, we the renegade

I bought a house and then went renovate it

My side bitch wanna have a baby

I fuck her good and give her penetration

We fucking smoking, we need ventilation

I’m rocking ice, a nigga really skating

I’m rapping focused, nigga dedicated

I brought the show, look like a masquerade

Shut this shit down like the Central Station

I will never ever switch

I stopped and watch 'em take a pic

I put some icing on my wrist

My Forgiato blowing kisses, lips

I hit the club and threw a 10

She know I know I’m goin' in

Got Tom Ford on my lens

A Don Juan like a pimp, bitch

I know, I know, I know, I know I’m goin'

I know, I know, I know I keep 'em flowing

I open words and now I speak influence

I’m a boss, I got a strong influence

I went got my chance, I’m a opportunist

I tuck the Glock, nigga not the Ruger

Got 30 shots and nigga I’m the shooter

I put my jewelry in a fucking cooler

I whipped the Benz and then I whipped the Beamer

I told her pick my clothes up at the cleaners

She walk and toot it like a ballerina

She bad as fuck, a nigga barely see her

She shop at Houston in the Galleria

I send her once inside the Beverly Hills

She try take my wallet and spend a mil'

I keep it silent I never tell

I came out that dope hole to give em' hell

Tell me what you want, I got it for sell

When I was 11 I seen a bale

Go 'head run that pack all the way

I copped me some work when I got a scale

And I found a plug in LA

I told him we sendin' it in the mail

I will never ever switch

I stopped and watch 'em take a pic

I put some icing on my wrist

My Forgiato blowing kisses, lips

I hit the club and threw a 10

She know I know I’m goin' in

Got Tom Ford on my lens

A Don Juan like a pimp, bitch