Going Str8 in Part 2
I'm goin' straight in, part two (Goin' straight in, part two)
Ayy, this what they've been waiting for
So I'm finna get to 'em (Finna get to 'em)
Ayy (Ayy)
My niggas, they takin' shit like Deebo
Move wrong, shoot him like a free throw
Snatchin' everythin', leave you wit' zero (Leave you wit' zero)
Turnt up, bitch, I'm back in beast mode (Beast mode)
If he play, he get hit with a hollow
I clutch on a nine no Rajon Rondo
Money callin', gotta go get the pesos
Sippin' on Hi-Tech, no K-roll
Leave you wit' zero like Riss Brook
I'm fuckin' your hoe and your bitch too
And I'm strapped in the back while I'm countin' up
We stack, havin' racks, they mad at that
Finesse for that sack, bitch, give it up
He say he gon' run up, well, try ya luck
Thеse bullets gon' fly, you bettеr duck
I be so damn high, I'm high as fuck (Ayy, ayy)
I got too many hoes
Can't trip up with thots (Can't trip up with thots)
Hottest youngin, bitch, I gotta stay hot (Bitch, I gotta stay hot)
They askin' me when I'ma drop (When I'ma drop)
Them other niggas thought I wouldn't pop (That I wouldn't pop)
I came in the game, got this shit on lock (On lock)
I know they wanted to see a nigga block (Ayy, ayy)
But somehow, bitch, I'm still on top (Ayy)
Droppin' back to back, this shit never stop
Ayy, my diamonds on froze, neck so cold, I'm strapped wit' that pole
These niggas ain't know what I'm on
They got me back in my zone
This stupid hoe blowin' my phone (Stupid ho blowin' my phone)
She just won't leave me alone (She just won't leave me alone)
Hit it one time, then I'm gone
I know I did the bitch wrong, but fuck it
She wanna argue
I ain't got time for fussin' (I ain't got time for fussin')
This shit that I'm smokin' so musty (Ayy)
If he run up, like a toilet, we bust him (We bust him)
These bullets gon' burn like Usher (Like Usher)
Hit 'em three times, make 'em stutter
Met a big check like some butter
Whoever help him get here wit' thunder
After that, we posted up on the corner
My niggas, they takin' shit like Deebo
Move wrong, shoot him like a free throw
Snatchin' everythin', leave you wit' zero (Leave you wit' zero)
Turnt up, bitch, I'm back in beast mode (Beast mode)
If he play, he get hit with a hollow
I clutch on a nine no Rajon Rondo
Money callin', gotta go get the pesos
Sippin' on Hi-Tech, no K-roll
Leave you wit' zero like Riss Brook
I'm fuckin' your hoe and in your bitch too
And I'm strapped in the back while I'm countin' up
We stack, havin' racks, they mad at that
Finesse for that sack, bitch, give it up
He say he gon' run up, well, try ya luck
Thеse bullets gon' fly, you bettеr duck
I be so damn high, I'm high as fuck (Ayy)
Remember these days we was starvin'
Kickin' doors, stealin' TVs outta' apartments
Now I count hundreds and fifties, no dollar
If a nigga run up, then we gon' pop him (We gon' pop him)
We ain't finna do none of that arguin' (Uh, uh)
Hop in the booth, then I go retarted (I go retarted)
Smokin' gas smelling like some barter (Some barter)
And I'm poppin', nigga, no color I meant
I'm poppin, no popcorn (Popcorn)
If you want war we got weight going
Got a state, alert like a alarm
In my city, niggas dyin', I ain't goin' for it ayy
And I'm drippin' sauce, no hot sauce (No hot sauce)
Now on my shit, got 'em pissed (Got 'em pissed off)
Young nigga shit screamin' fuck the laws
She suck the dick until her jawn lock (Uh)
Ever since I started rappin', all these hoes gettin' attached
But fuck 'em, I just want a bag,
I'm tryna count up these racks (I'm tryna count up these racks)
I came up in the trap for real (In the trap)
Started rappin', turnt up my first deal (Ayy)
Know what they say, boy, you gon' get killed (Ayy, ayy)
Chopper bullets eat you up like a meal
Hold up, I think I might pop me a pill (Pill)
They watchin' me, I got a feel (Feel)
Bitch, I'm strapped up like a seal (Like a seal)
Pop the top and pour me a pill (Pour a pill)
Drop the top, they gon' pick up your bitch (Your bitch)
I'm a young nigga, like to pop shit (Ayy)
Make a diss, then we gon' send a blitz (Ayy, ayy)
Them shooters go by like a pic
Woah, beam sittin' right on top your nose
Take that, down we gon' leave his ass broke
These niggas just actin' don't really want smoke
If I run down on 'em, gon' catch the holy ghost
Ayy, bitch, I be clean, head to toe
Flow so sick, think I got a cold
Finna break in the game, nigga, no cheat code
Ayy, ayy (Ayy, ayy)
I'm back (I'm back)
I'm goin' straight in (I'm goin' straight in) Part two (Part two)
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, hold on, gang
Ayy, this what they've been waiting for
So I'm finna get to 'em (Finna get to 'em)
Ayy (Ayy)
My niggas, they takin' shit like Deebo
Move wrong, shoot him like a free throw
Snatchin' everythin', leave you wit' zero (Leave you wit' zero)
Turnt up, bitch, I'm back in beast mode (Beast mode)
If he play, he get hit with a hollow
I clutch on a nine no Rajon Rondo
Money callin', gotta go get the pesos
Sippin' on Hi-Tech, no K-roll
Leave you wit' zero like Riss Brook
I'm fuckin' your hoe and your bitch too
And I'm strapped in the back while I'm countin' up
We stack, havin' racks, they mad at that
Finesse for that sack, bitch, give it up
He say he gon' run up, well, try ya luck
Thеse bullets gon' fly, you bettеr duck
I be so damn high, I'm high as fuck (Ayy, ayy)
I got too many hoes
Can't trip up with thots (Can't trip up with thots)
Hottest youngin, bitch, I gotta stay hot (Bitch, I gotta stay hot)
They askin' me when I'ma drop (When I'ma drop)
Them other niggas thought I wouldn't pop (That I wouldn't pop)
I came in the game, got this shit on lock (On lock)
I know they wanted to see a nigga block (Ayy, ayy)
But somehow, bitch, I'm still on top (Ayy)
Droppin' back to back, this shit never stop
Ayy, my diamonds on froze, neck so cold, I'm strapped wit' that pole
These niggas ain't know what I'm on
They got me back in my zone
This stupid hoe blowin' my phone (Stupid ho blowin' my phone)
She just won't leave me alone (She just won't leave me alone)
Hit it one time, then I'm gone
I know I did the bitch wrong, but fuck it
She wanna argue
I ain't got time for fussin' (I ain't got time for fussin')
This shit that I'm smokin' so musty (Ayy)
If he run up, like a toilet, we bust him (We bust him)
These bullets gon' burn like Usher (Like Usher)
Hit 'em three times, make 'em stutter
Met a big check like some butter
Whoever help him get here wit' thunder
After that, we posted up on the corner
My niggas, they takin' shit like Deebo
Move wrong, shoot him like a free throw
Snatchin' everythin', leave you wit' zero (Leave you wit' zero)
Turnt up, bitch, I'm back in beast mode (Beast mode)
If he play, he get hit with a hollow
I clutch on a nine no Rajon Rondo
Money callin', gotta go get the pesos
Sippin' on Hi-Tech, no K-roll
Leave you wit' zero like Riss Brook
I'm fuckin' your hoe and in your bitch too
And I'm strapped in the back while I'm countin' up
We stack, havin' racks, they mad at that
Finesse for that sack, bitch, give it up
He say he gon' run up, well, try ya luck
Thеse bullets gon' fly, you bettеr duck
I be so damn high, I'm high as fuck (Ayy)
Remember these days we was starvin'
Kickin' doors, stealin' TVs outta' apartments
Now I count hundreds and fifties, no dollar
If a nigga run up, then we gon' pop him (We gon' pop him)
We ain't finna do none of that arguin' (Uh, uh)
Hop in the booth, then I go retarted (I go retarted)
Smokin' gas smelling like some barter (Some barter)
And I'm poppin', nigga, no color I meant
I'm poppin, no popcorn (Popcorn)
If you want war we got weight going
Got a state, alert like a alarm
In my city, niggas dyin', I ain't goin' for it ayy
And I'm drippin' sauce, no hot sauce (No hot sauce)
Now on my shit, got 'em pissed (Got 'em pissed off)
Young nigga shit screamin' fuck the laws
She suck the dick until her jawn lock (Uh)
Ever since I started rappin', all these hoes gettin' attached
But fuck 'em, I just want a bag,
I'm tryna count up these racks (I'm tryna count up these racks)
I came up in the trap for real (In the trap)
Started rappin', turnt up my first deal (Ayy)
Know what they say, boy, you gon' get killed (Ayy, ayy)
Chopper bullets eat you up like a meal
Hold up, I think I might pop me a pill (Pill)
They watchin' me, I got a feel (Feel)
Bitch, I'm strapped up like a seal (Like a seal)
Pop the top and pour me a pill (Pour a pill)
Drop the top, they gon' pick up your bitch (Your bitch)
I'm a young nigga, like to pop shit (Ayy)
Make a diss, then we gon' send a blitz (Ayy, ayy)
Them shooters go by like a pic
Woah, beam sittin' right on top your nose
Take that, down we gon' leave his ass broke
These niggas just actin' don't really want smoke
If I run down on 'em, gon' catch the holy ghost
Ayy, bitch, I be clean, head to toe
Flow so sick, think I got a cold
Finna break in the game, nigga, no cheat code
Ayy, ayy (Ayy, ayy)
I'm back (I'm back)
I'm goin' straight in (I'm goin' straight in) Part two (Part two)
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, hold on, gang
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Writer(s): Zaleon Bailey
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