Straight Thru lyrics

[Intro]
(It's a Wayne beat)
(Elijah)
(f*ck the fire, we got grease)

[Verse 1]
Pull up on on the opps, shoot this b*tch off the dribble
You f*ckin' with the opps, you gon' die, you can't play the middle
It's a button on this b*tch, I'ma play the pistol
Like the letter after J, we done K'd that n*gga
The opps can't f*ck with me, don't let 'em tell you different
I got every f*ckin' drop, don't make me pay a visit
20K in the rental, man, this sh*t terrific
Shoot an opp in his sh*t, make this sh*t simple
I been f*ckin' for two weeks, done hit ten b*tches
I'm out of town hittin' stores, I got my b*tch with me
You wanna buy some real 'za, n*gga, come get with me
Cashback the register until that b*tch empty
If you ever see me around, then I'm pole clutchin'
Hittin' this b*tch from the back, I be soul touchin'
I might just hit your auntie, I'm an old f*cker
Slice a n*gga with a knife, I'm a cold cutter

[Verse 2]
Snuck the Drac' in the party, this a club banger
My n*gga sister f*ckin' with the opps, I'm finna make him hang her
You want a n*gga smoked? Put a 40 on the table
Got some fresh blues, still out here slidin', f*ck this label sh*t
My pendant cost more than your custom sh*t
Heard this n*gga beatin' on his ho, I just hit the b*tch
Store still green as f*ck like I ain't hit this b*tch
n*gga thought he heard a bus, it was the Helly hittin'
I'm finna hang out the roof, told bro hold my legs for me
On the Northside with the baby K, but this b*tch foreign
n*gga from OT on some opp sh*t, watch me smoke a tourist
I ain't gon' lie, I caught my first body with a Taurus
When I get crispy, I ride with the switch, 'cause I ain't chasin' n*ggas
When he hit the floor, flip him, bake the n*gga
That n*gga all talk, he never got no paper with him
He got hit with a 6.2, how the f*ck he livin'?
[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
The plug baptized me with a whole thing, I just got delivered
You got a nice body, she fat as hell, how is y'all sisters?
Seein' me eat roast-beef pus*y is like sayin' LeBron Muslim
What that mean?
Engineer pop you, but he white, he look like Charlie Sheen
You got them denims on sale, them is hardly jeans
Glock got a long clip on it, this'll part the seas
Man, f— I meant to say this'll part the street
My n*gga whippin' straight out the sink, I call it cleanin' chitlins
I'm ridin' with my dogs for life, you ain't know we was this vicious
I sold my sperm to a dyke and I ain't seen the children
They gon' hear this and run this back, b*tch, we the realest

[Verse 4: AK Bandamont]
Yeah, b*tch, I got murder on my mind, I'm on the East with killers
I color-wrapped this b*tch red wine, but the seats vanilla
In wintertime, I sold ten bricks, I need three chinchillas
I told this b*tch, "Spread your legs open, I'm tryna see what's in it"
I'm finna cook a whole brick, somebody clean this kitchen
A n*gga say it's beef, a week later, they saying he is missin'
b*tch, I'm on Banks Ave with two white hoes, they think he is pimpin'
I got a Bible verse on me, they sayin' he was Christian
But I'm not, I know gremlins with them chops
They say he work in bar service, he get off at 10 o'clock
Brodie say he got the 'za, bring me a jar, I need it now
Lil' buddy tried to run, ain't get far, he gettin' shot