Str8 Shots lyrics

[Intro]
(Drumma Boy, Drumma Boy)

[Verse 1]
Get it (Look, yeah), touch right there, babe
I ain't scared, I'm down (Yeah)
All I need is one time, one time
For me to go down and (Hahaha) eat it like it's lunchtime
I'm in the four-door (What?)
Polo, them horses (Yeah)
But you roll up in a four-door (Haha)
In the mirror, she gorgeous (Right)
Red light (Yeah), n*gga, waitin' for that green light (What?)
Baby, get your head right (Woo!), follow me to that Eastside
I f*ck with some real n*ggas
The belly of the beast all day, V.A
You know that we all deal with ya
Then I put another fifty in your face, fillet
Like a .40 cal', bang (Ow!)
Yeah, that bomb ass pus*y, call that ass Hussein (Woo!)
Stop actin' like it ain't
And it's a violation, three seconds in the paint

[Pre-Chorus]
Woah, oh
Oh girl, I really f*ck with ya
Oh, oh
Girl, I think I'm in love with ya
That one girl I only seen on my way out
It's a straight shot to the crib, no chaser (Let's go)
[Chorus]
One, two, three, it's a straight shot to the crib
One, two, three, it's a straight shot to the crib
One, two, three, it's a straight shot to the crib
Straight shot to the crib, straight shot to the crib (Hahaha)
Take shots, take shots, take shots, we don't waste shots
Take shots, take shots, take shots, to the crib
One, two, three, it's a straight shot to the crib
One, two, three, it's a straight shot to the crib

[Verse 2]
Okay, let me bust on it, fully automatic, call it pump
Straight shots, callin' way shots in the Maybach
Throwin' up the OHB 'cause we out here ballin'
And we still gettin' paid, boaw
I elevate and get rich, VVS flow
Cuttin' through the diamonds like a f*ckin' laser
Pow, pow, look at the crowd
Said I wasn't sh*t, n*gga, look at me now
Gon' put it on wax, try to figure me out
Random selectin' the lineup, she pickin' me out
It's because I'm a Black guy and she a white girl
No, I did not have my di*k in her mouth
I'm busy bein' the life of the motherf*ckin' party
Private jets, private sex, private departures
The money ain't a thing, I don't care 'bout an offer
But I'm 'bout put the pus*y right up in the coffin, let's go
[Chorus]
One, two, three, it's a straight shot to the crib
One, two, three, it's a straight shot to the crib
One, two, three, it's a straight shot to the crib
Straight shot to the crib, straight shot to the crib (Hahaha)
Take shots, take shots, take shots, we don't waste shots
Take shots, take shots, take shots, to the crib
One, two, three, it's a straight shot to the crib
One, two, three, it's a straight shot to the crib