Going Str8 in, Pt. 3

They like "Damn we came here with three"
Damn son where'd you find this?

They like "Damn, he came back with three" (Uh)
Bitch we took over the street
If a nigga don't like me, bitch, we can meet (Yeah)
Or we gon' pull up where he be
Hot young nigga and I'm only eighteen (Yeah)
You see these racks bustin' out my jeans
Big Backwoods I done turnt to a fiend
I'm deep in the field, with no cleats

I want me a M, I won't stop 'til I get it (Ayy)
We gun 'em down, leave no witness
Load up a round go handle they business, yuh (Go handle they business)
Lots of guap, bitch I got plenty (Yeah)
If he play, put one in his fitted
Get the Drac', put one in his kidney (Yeah)
These niggas lame, they gossip like some bitches
My dick in they mouth, yeah I'm who they mentioned

Hold on, wait
I heard a nigga say they want smoke (Say they want smoke)
Yeah, we gon' pull up on a hill with the pole (Boom boom boom)
Fuck it might as well kick the door (Might as well kick the door)
Lame ass nigga pillow talking to these hoes (Ayy)
These the same niggas gone get put on swole
Lame ass niggas hating 'cause they really broke
I'm the only young nigga gettin' a rack for a show
With the streets on lock, nigga with no code (No code)
And I won't, respond to you niggas on the internet
That's the same shit, that's gon' get your nigga wacked
Shoot up that car, put that bitch on flat
And he wanna see them all, put two in the back
I'm a fly young nigga, no jet lag
Hit her from the back, while I'm counting up backends
Pullin' out her hair, she gon' leave some new tracks in
She wanna cuff, but that bitch too rachet (She too rachet)
I turn dope to money that's magic
Fresh as fuck like I hopped out a casket
I'm really havin' this shit, I ain't braggin' (I ain't braggin')
Don't ask for no feature, I'm taxin' (I'm taxin')
If he flex too hard, we gon' jack him
Try to get tough, my nigga gon' smash him
Young nigga shit comin' straight out the Jackson
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

They like "Damn, he came back with three" (Uh)
Bitch we took over the street
If a nigga don't like me, bitch we can meet (Yeah)
Or we gon' pull up where he be
Hot young nigga and I'm only eighteen
You see these racks bustin' out my jeans
Big Backwoods I done turnt to a fiend
I'm deep in the field, with no cleats

I want me a M, I won't stop 'til I get it (Ayy)
We gun 'em down, leave no witness
Load up a round go handle they business, yeh (Go handle they business)
Lots of guap, bitch I got plenty (Yeah)
If he play, put one in his fitted
Get the Drac', put one in his kidney (Yeah)
These niggas lame, they gossip like some bitches
My dick in they mouth, yeah I'm who they mention (Hold on)

Mask on, glove tight, where the opps at?
Dumb bitch got the drum, where the spot at?
Pull up and you know we gon' pop at
Hunnid Deep with the gang like a moshpit (Yeah)
Just like the garbage, you know that we dumpin'
Yeah I'm the shooter, but you know I'm thumpin'
These bullets go wild, you know that they jumpin'
Two drums on the chop, we shootin' a hundred
Retire for fighting, hit him with the stick
Rob him out his money, we hittin' them licks
And just like a bomb, I'm ready to tick
The Glock on my hip, it poke out my 'fit
Slam on a opp, call it LeBron James
Two Glocks on me, with the Drac' thing
Check the forecast, nigga I'ma make it rain
All white Louis suit like cocaine
Shotta Fam the gang, you run up get whacked
My shooters behind me they watchin' my back
I slide in the traffic the Glock in my lap
Nigga move wrong, he gonna get smacked
Big dawg on the nigga like a Great Dane
Finessin' and stressin', we leaving a stain
Gang, bitch, gang, gang

Bitch ass nigga, NLE shit
Shotta Fam or scram hoe