Going Straight On lyrics

[Intro]
(Nito, what up, my n*gga?)

[Verse 1: YBN Lil Bro]
All we do is ball out
Thought he could f*ck with me, made him put that ball down
Hardbody, I can't love no b*tch ain't got no soft spot
Everybody 'round me tell me I'm the hardest n*gga out
I can't f*ck with you, you get up in the booth and tell lies
Brand new Glock 27 for my biggest opp
I can't please hoes for sh*t, that's why I stopped tryin'
He put his hands up like Tyson, I don't even box
All this money on my head, I ain't scared to die
He paid for a fake hit, he keep gettin' slided
I ain't gon' lie, if I was dude, I'd throw in the towel
Rob me a n*gga every time JJ cross my mind
n*ggas ain't tryna bump for real, they just chasin' clout
A couple dollars'll make your b*tch do a whole lot
Can't talk that gangster sh*t to me, you ain't got no bodies
I beat my case, f*ck up out my face, I don't talk to cops
My first day out of jail, I'm like, "Where my Glock?"
You bought that b*tch what the f*ck? I bought that b*tch a bottle
I took that b*tch to Benihanas, you took her to your mama's (Yeah)
He make one wrong move, hit him with that chopper

[Verse 2: Ghetto Baby Boom]
You ain't ridin' for the gang, don't even come around us
Treat his ass like the producer, get the beat up out him
Hook got behind me, hard left, I damn near called my mama
You know we wipe n*ggas' nose for real, hit 'em with that chopper
Free my baby 8, I damn near say that sh*t like every song
Just 'cause I know bro-bro on the same type of time I'm on
You know we f*ck all the b*tches, you know we f*ck all the hoes
Give a f*ck if they be with the opps, tell 'em call my phone
Real pit, outside every day, be lookin' for a bone
[Verse 3: Diddy Da Don]
You out here thinkin' sh*t a game, you might not make it home
Don't get your ass left
Me and gang in competition who gon' catch one next
Yeah, I know that b*tch an opp, but, man, that pus*y wet
She know if they get the drop, gon' get her ass whacked
But she the reason all the opps be gettin' they ass fapped
I came in with members only, you know I f*ck with Stax
I made a promise to my n*ggas I'll never lack
Boy, don't lack again, get your ass fapped again
Made a promise to your mans, "You gon' have a dead-ass friend"
b*tches sayin' that I'm fake, you was never in the plans
Free my n*gga Number 8, he still tweakin' in the pen', n*gga