S.L.T

No I don't gotta work
Cuz my pockets straight like that
Bet they feelings hurt
When I pulled up in that black HellCat
Made yo bitches twerk
When she seen me pull out all these racks
Made a killin on the first
Yeah boi my bag be straight like that
Straight like that
Yeah my bag be straight like that
Straight like that
Yeah my bag be straight like that
Straight like that
Straight like that
Straight like that
Yeah you know I'm straight like that

Bout to take off straight like a rocket
Lookin for the ps im the socket
When I drop my new shit cop it
Heard my ex bitch been boppin
That's when I knew I was poppin
Now she tryin to run
Right back to my sausage
Nah lil bitch
Ain't comin outta my pocket
That's absurd you really outta pocket
You really need stop it
And don't hit my snap
Unless yo Nigga shoppin
Yoa Ming like I play for the rockets
Put the mozzy in sport
Shorty grab me like a hostage
Never been foo
Connected like fiber optics
Imma about my business
I even got dockets
I gotta of lot of guns I even got rockets
I gotta of lot of guns I even got rockets
Imma bout my business
Flip hoes like a gymnast
Blow the lab like a chemist
My flow don't got a blemish
6 year old same height as a rim is
Yo shine might be the dimmest
Her head might be the dumbest
So I'm right out when I run in
Straight like that ain't no frontin

No I don't gotta work
Cuz my pockets straight like that
Bet they feelings hurt
When I pulled up in that black HellCat
Made yo bitches twerk
When she seen me pull out all these racks
Made a killin on the first
Yeah boi my bag be straight like that
Straight like that
Yeah my bag be straight like that
Straight like that
Yeah my bag be straight like that
Straight like that
Straight like that
Straight like that
Yeah you know I'm straight like that

My bag yeah straight as arrow
Gold on my body like a Pharaoh
My bars hard yours be like jello
My wrist make a bitch say hello
She want a ring
Tryin to change teams like Mello
Told 'er I'mma baller but hell no
Got the right plan
But you got the wrong fellow
Can't have no string like a cello
Out in Monticello
I served a brick in a meadow
Nigga kept the purp like Donatello
Bad bitches say I'm so shallow
Cuz ion't fuck wit 'em less they swallow
These bitches yeah they be hollows
Be wise tell 'em not to follow
Cuz I'll shake a nigga up like a pop bottle
All about the money
Yeah that's scale money motto
I put 30s on a old school Tahoe
Been gettin money since a lil old snot nose
You ain't no baddie you a pothole
New Gucci shades yeah I got those
Put ice in my chains yeah it got froze
I got money ion got hoes
I got rifles and I got poles
Body on the scene was his last pose
From the concrete yeah I grew a rose

No I don't gotta work
Cuz my pockets straight like that
Bet they feelings hurt
When I pulled up in that black HellCat
Made yo bitches twerk
When she seen me pull out all these racks
Made a killin on the first
Yeah boi my bag be straight like that
Straight like that
Yeah my bag be straight like that
Straight like that
Yeah my bag be straight like that
Straight like that
Straight like that
Straight like that
Yeah you know I'm straight like that



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Writer(s): F. Nickson
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