Straight Bars lyrics

[Intro]
I'm like, "Hoe, let's get straight to it"
All I gotta say, "Let's do it"
Give a n*gga so much brain she clueless
You had your chance, goddamn, but you blew it? f*ck?
RIP my bro PB, and you know me I'm PBG
So bring them n*ggas up to a L.O.C
Die L's we do that A-L-O-T
But I ain't tryna put them n*ggas on
So I'mma stop mentioning them in my songs
I'm finna sound like Kanye, but I spit like Jay
So a n*gga better watch my throne, hold on

[Verse 1]
Riding around in this Maybach
But I ain't signed with Maybach
I'm addicted to paychecks
Wanna put that sh*t up? Boy, I take that
Bought me a ounce of the yack, that dope
Bought a Rolex with the tales I've wrote
Got me a Mac that's equipped with a scope
That's some sh*t that'll put a n*gga head on a slope
Make a n*gga wanna get down
f*ck around me? f*ck around, get found
And I'm from the Pole, where it's cold, got poles so loud
It'll make a n*gga wanna skip town
That b*tch go boom, my whip go zoom
And free my brother Prince, man he coming home soon
My brothers got guns, same guns off DOOM
Coming through, blowing in a Halloween costume
I done popped every molly, every pill you can think
My eyes so f*cked, you would think I don't blink
And free my n*gga Trav, free Skrilla, free Blinks
Guns get to drawing like I'm handing out ink
I smoke that strong, that gas, that stink
I got a bad b*tch, pus*y wetter than a sink
And n*ggas get mad, wanna hate, 'cuz I'm hot
I'm the same n*gga made sure you ain't on the block
Tell a n*gga, "Make way, lil n*gga, I'm back"
TFG the squad, lil n*gga, we back
All my n*ggas young, and they all tote straps
And we all we got, so my n*ggas don't lack, hold on
Lil n*gga, I'm back
TFG the squad, lil n*gga, we back
All my n*ggas young, and we all tote straps
And we all we got, so my n*ggas don't lack, hold on
Take a hit of this yack
Put me on your track, and you will get taxed
I got another ounce, lil n*gga, no sacks
And I ain't smoking loud [?]
And I been getting money with the bros
Counting, stunting, Glock with a silencer that sound like nothing
I point it at the crowd, and they all get to running
Anybody stick around getting what they got coming
A b*tch tell me I made her sick to her stomach
But we'll be back, 'cuz I put this di*k in her stomach
Man, f*ck all these broke ass n*ggas, man!