Now Let's Go In (feat. Freddy High)

Rock Chalk, the lock’s off, the cop cars have blocked off

They hauled off those knockoffs

Freddie got me high (And the girls got live)

And my group went loud (And took his top off)

That’s good shit (Do not cough)

‘Fore I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop off

My team is full of winners who roll good and drink hard liquor

Girls heat up like TV dinners when I hit that track like sprinters

She say I’m the future, I’mma I’mma

Probably go and bend her over my fender

Eat it like dinner, get on my wood and she yell “Timber!”

Flow as cold as December, my girl is hot as Earth’s center

I ball like Tony Soprano when I’m in Saks like Jimmy Tanner

I-I-I be higher than roofies, with no roof in the car ridin’ her

I don’t remember anything from last night, remember?

I came in this game like I got somethin’ to prove

My city on my back and I ain’t plannin’ to lose

Yeah let’s go in! Now let’s go in!

Now let’s go in! Now let’s go in!

Now let’s go in! Now let’s go in!

Now let’s go in! Now let’s go in!

I brought my crew full of squares

She brought a circle of friends

I said “I’ll bring the juice”

She said “I’ll bring the gin”

Now let’s go in! Now let’s go in!

Now let’s go in! Now let’s go in!

Now let’s go in! Now let’s go in!

Now let’s go in! Now let’s go in!

Blue and red, blue and red

Get low like you took two to the head

We got some, screw a thread

Tryin’ to leave with the ring like newlyweds

Blue and red, blue and red

Cop car lights, dude is dead

Got a rock all out when they chalk y’all out

It’s everything that I ever talk about

Model chicks all on my roster

And I still split like Rosa Acosta

Rockin’ the stage with my nigga Awesome

Killin’ my beats, he looks like a rasta

Kansas gettin’ some shinin’

I’m gettin’ mine and they gettin’ their’s

You gettin’ yours and we gettin’ ours

And all and all I hope you prepared, yeah

And all I rep is square, follow the leader

2012, Squarian believer

Outstanding gamer, Xbox achiever

Playstation monster, yeah the trophy leader

Bitches say we game too much, I pick up and leave her

Cause that’s so 2000 and she don’t know my features

I got a lot of fans, still feel like I’m in those bleachers

T-t-turn this shit up loud and Vizzy like that reefer

Ballin’ like Arizas bigger houses than them preachers

Grabbin’ bitches like Serena, only serve and have nice features

Turnin’ tracks into Katrina, livin’ life just like a dreamer

It’s L7 game, Freddie High, nice to meet ya

Blue and red, blue and red

Cop car lights, cop car lights

Blue and red, blue and red

Cop car lights, cop car lights