Str8 Barz

(Lil Rah)
(Str8 Barz)

(Aye)
Fresh off the jet
Won't break a sweat
You not a threat
Want smoke that's a bet
You get wet like a pool
Kdubb keep a tool
Young Koby was with it
He had it at school

These niggas be hating
I swear they be capping
You do not want smoke
My niggas bout action
We stay toolied up yea toat that static
Smoking on fossil my nigga Jurassic
My niggas make money
My niggas like cheaddar
Yo bitch on my dick
Digging shit like a shovel
You want that smoke
Then get on my level
Nigga you fake
Just like yo bezzel
I got a play with them killas and robbers
I call up Kdubb pouring 4's out the bottle
You beef bout' a bitch you can have that lil hoe
She gave the brain then I let her go
Got a AR with a dick and a scope
You don't want smoke bust you head cantaloupe
My niggas in the mud they deep
Me and bro on the road nine be under the seat

I'm making this money
Been making them digits
My money stack tall
Yo shit look like a midget
I had a hard life
Boy I came from that dirty
Now nigha came up
I clutch on that 30
Clutch on that 40
I clutch on that pistol
I'm squeezing the trigger
Until that bitch whistle
Look at my Rollie don't tick but it glissle
That's how you know that bitch really official
Pocket rocket f&n hold a 50
You do not want smoke boy I beef with the city

Remember them days I was starving nigga
I'm making this money regardless nigga
I'm upping I'm hitting my target nigga
My pendent gone drop like a faucet nigga
I got that rack in my pocket nigga
I take yo bitch out no deposits nigga
Keep a pistol and it's popping nigga
She just wanna fuck panties dropping nigga
Panties dropping nigga
(Aye aye)

Like why is you trying
Like why is you lying
Stop calling my phone bitch stop all that crying
You say you want smoke well my niggas sliding
Deep in that mud yea my niggas diving
Hit you with shells nigga no reviving
My hittas silent
But all of them violent
So many choppas when we go to war
All of my niggas start up choppa riots

45 make a nigga freeze like a statue
You got a 22 show me what that do
I stay chasing cheese like a rat do
Put that ink your skin like a tattoo
Young nigga get a pack I'm flip that
Shawty super bad make her dance ima tip that
Front and back pockets they be filled with them big racks
Me and my niggas stay with them whoppers no big macks
Good gas smoke that then I relax
I be getting so high a nigga can't re-track
Catch a opp no gun imma sleep that
He fake she fake yea a nigga peeped that
Quick lick good bread imma get that
Fuck with me that your death don't risk that
Oh you wanna cap on me 9 milky split his ass like a kit kat



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Writer(s): Raheem Brown
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