Cris Streetz - Goin In lyrics

[Hook: Cris Streetz] Who could this be Who could that be Yougin's that's hustlingducking police N*** its me Roll up my weed Flexing wit ease Know its nothing to G My team going inin in in in Living in these streets Trying hard not sin sin sin sin sin [Verse 2: Cris Streetz] It's like a job not to rob n***s Like a full time job not to rob n***s I be all up in ya crib if I'm starving n*** On ya couch with the wolves and we waiting for ya Who could it be Should be no question Making some moves While them n*** be stressing They baby moms off in the club giving blessings I'm teaching these s**as they learning they lesson Need some instructions can sell me some sessions You p**y ya need some protection From G's like us Think this only music then you got it f**ed up In the club with my team make a toast to US Us NVR Them In this life know it's either sink or swim & I'm Looking like phelps Walk in presence get felt Feeling like young Tyson with belt TKO Any f** boy that be running up Looking clean in this all saints Do whatever for the C notes Find it hard trying to have restraint Rolling in a old school sh** got no roof & Silent riding shotgun Know you use to the bustas Fronting like they hustlers But shawty know I'm not one [Hook: Cris Streetz] Who could this be Who could that be Yougin's that's hustlingducking police N*** its me Roll up my weed Flexing wit ease Know its nothing to G My team going inin in in in Living in these streets Trying hard not sin sin sin sin sin