Str8 In lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ain't sh*t slowed up
Been f*ckin hoes racing cats
Facing 4 up down the way
But we been mainly takin hits

Used to have a main hoe
But she was mainly takin di*k
See thats life
I even heard a turnt n*gga did snitch

I been had pape
Yall hoes been dealin with some bums
Been had drip
Been doing that since i was young

A thousand 20s
Thats twenty racks in all dubs
Throwin 20s and hunnids
Boy i can switch these b*tches up

Boy i pray these n*ggas pop out
Chop got a cooler
Imma blow it like its hot out
Or call tay so we can rock out
And nows its pictures everywhere
Just like a shoutout
Ion fight you can get shot now
Im on the road
Yo n*gga posted like a stop sign

Glock 23
I call it draymond
Or i can shoot this 22
Just like im tayshaun

[phone call]

[Verse 2]
We shot yall mans
Who gone shake sum
Is you a opp or a fed
Nigha say sum

She wanna f*ck
Cuz i got pape on me
I keep pistols
Got the strap like a gay woman

Trynna rob us
U better off punchin at the bank
Look like i do construction
I got margielas with the paint
Im still in my feelings
b*tch im ridin round with drake
Mike amiri with the bape
She wanna f*ck cuz i got pape

sh*t another pint
Crack the seal and pour a eight
This b*tch won't let me b
Cuz i got carties on my face

Catch off in the scat watch it bark
Now hear it shake
My youngin trynna catch a body
b*tch they blowin at yo face

I put the beam on the Glock
So im not missin
Pull up take yo life
Like im shopliftin

Bran still punchin
He dont box n*ggas
Just poured a whole pint
Now my pop missin

Got 50 in this Glock
For you opp n*ggas
Yo mans a known snitch
U still rock wit em
Got 20 on my pockets
So we shop different