Inna Way lyrics

[Intro: RiskTaker D-Boy]
It's-it's-it's with a K, dumbass
Ayy

[Chorus: RiskTaker D-Boy]
Run up on a n*gga with the mags, shoot him in the face
Get to dunkin' on these n*ggas like I'm Dr. J (Motherf*cker)
Naw, I ain't beefin' with no n*ggas it ain't 'bout no pape' (Hell naw)
Y'all n*ggas ain't gettin' no money, y'all just in the way (Get the f*ck on)
Run up on a n*gga with the mags, shoot him in the face
Get to dunkin' on these n*ggas like I'm Dr. J (Motherf*cker)
Naw, I ain't beefin' with no n*ggas it ain't 'bout no pape' (Hell naw)
Y'all n*ggas ain't gettin' no money, y'all just in the way (Get the f*ck on)

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
I ain't gon' lie, this sh*t been hittin' a lil' different for me
Gettin' off with the rap, I hit my n*gga sister from me
I don't f*ck with these n*ggas 'causе they b*tches to me
Would'vе killed Lucious for that spot if I was Cookie
Feel good to be self-made, naw
It feel good to be self-paid
Been gettin' a bag off before you caught your first right up in twelfth grade
All sliders dropped the price for a small bag of Lays
I think I'm lookin' good, the light kinda hittin'
You slapped your b*tch 'cause she said, "This n*gga be spittin'"
I'm a boss, you a worker, you can tell the difference
My n*gga hittin' the purple extra hard, bow did for silly
[Chorus: RiskTaker D-Boy]
Run up on a n*gga with the mags, shoot him in the face
Get to dunkin' on these n*ggas like I'm Dr. J (Motherf*cker)
Naw, I ain't beefin' with no n*ggas it ain't 'bout no pape' (Hell naw)
Y'all n*ggas ain't gettin' no money, y'all just in the way (Get the f*ck on)
Run up on a n*gga with the mags, shoot him in the face
Get to dunkin' on these n*ggas like I'm Dr. J (Motherf*cker)
Naw, I ain't beefin' with no n*ggas it ain't 'bout no pape' (Hell naw)
Y'all n*ggas ain't gettin' no money, y'all just in the way

[Verse 2: RiskTaker D-Boy]
Bad as hell growin' up, I just wanted cheese
But I hated rats, I never went to Chuck E. Cheese
n*ggas hated that I leveled up, what else could it be?
I'll get a n*gga smoked before I count to three
Give a f*ck 'bout how you feelin', n*gga, talk is cheap
But I get paid for it, I don't talk for free
Never touched a hundred racks or ever seen a ki'?
Ain't no way we can be cool, you can't talk to me
I be ballin' like these rap n*ggas, but I'm the dope man
White girl movin' work like she Roseanne
I can get it to you great white, brown, or dark tan
Move a n*gga out his crib like we art van

[Chorus: RiskTaker D-Boy]
Run up on a n*gga with the mags, shoot him in the face
Get to dunkin' on these n*ggas like I'm Dr. J (Motherf*cker)
Naw, I ain't beefin' with no n*ggas it ain't 'bout no pape' (Hell naw)
Y'all n*ggas ain't gettin' no money, y'all just in the way (Get the f*ck on)
Run up on a n*gga with the mags, shoot him in the face
Get to dunkin' on these n*ggas like I'm Dr. J (Motherf*cker)
Naw, I ain't beefin' with no n*ggas it ain't 'bout no pape' (Hell naw)
Y'all n*ggas ain't gettin' no money, y'all just in the way (Get the f*ck on)
[Outro]
(Iced Up Records)