Str8 On Ha lyrics

[Intro]
b*tch, f*ck you
You f*cked some b*tch two days ago, right?
While I was at the movies, you go f*ck some b*tch, right?
You f*cked some b*tch, right?
You f*cked some b*tch, right? Right?
Shut the f*ck up
pus*y ass n*gga
I can't sit around crying, tryna make a ho do right
Cut the ho off like some lights (Drop that b*tch)
I can't sit around crying, tryna make a ho do right
Cut the ho off like some lights (Drop that b*tch)
I can't sit around crying, tryna make a ho do right
Cut the ho off like some lights (Yeah)
Play this record as frequently as possible

[Verse 1]
If you got some for sale then you selling your money
Young n*gga, your pockets look funny
I can't sit around crying, tryna make a ho do right
Cut the ho off like some lights
Tell her go that way, put that ho out on the E-way
That b*tch was cheaper than eBay
I'm ballin' hard like it's 2K
Cut that boy off, he act too gay
I made a few plays in the Stingray
I'm in the trap with it
n*gga play, he get slapped with it
And I'm on the block with the gang
And we throwing up the same thang
Catch an opp, bust his brain
Damn, I'm blowing gas, this sh*t got me zooted
Better get your lil b*tch, she too groupie
And I like all them tats on her booty
Damn, I got her, I f*cked her, I tossed her, with my brother
I hit the club make it thunderstorm
I'm smoking sh*t smell like underarms
I'm riding with two Glocks
This b*tch hold a thirty but I hit him with two shots
And it was on purpose
n*ggas get to sliding on him like he let back the curtains
I be strictly on some gang sh*t
I don't f*ck with them n*ggas, they be on some old lame sh*t
They be talking like some b*tches, acting like some real hoes
I be wanting to walk up on 'emm on some Cain sh*t
Where he at, who got him
Kidnapped him, b*tch-slapped him
[Chorus]
I do a show with a throwaway
But my n*ggas outside with them Dracos
I do a show with a throwaway
But my n*ggas outside with them Dracos
I do a show with a throwaway
But my n*ggas outside with them Dracos
I do a show with a throwaway
But my n*ggas outside with them Dracos

[Verse 2]
That b*tch was easy as a free throw
I mix the Act' with the Sprite
Pop me a Perc, got me f*cking all night
See I be flying like a kite, like a plumber lay pipe
Beat it up like Mike
Ain't got no time for these b*tches
I'm chasing hundreds and fifties, plus a n*gga palm itching
Boy I'm the sh*t like some chitterlings
If I hit your block, ain't no witness, kill everything in my vision
You know I keep sticks
And I be so quick to send me a hit or some'
My lil 'n*ggas TM and they rock with the gang
You can catch 'em high speed in some'
We playing chess, you playing checkers
Don't make the wrong move, get put on a stretcher
Don't step on my shoes, these bloody Giuseppes
OTM that's the movement, you play, you get dealt with
[Outro]
Damn, son, where'd you find this?