Str8 In lyrics

[Intro]
Business that come from the studio, hit lil' [?] at me, cash and sh*t
What that mean?
Still wanna be [?], n*gga
Hitkidd, what it do, man?

[Verse]
Sharper than a dart, smoking on a fart
Runnin' up them Simpsons like I'm related to Bart
I was in the stores stealing, ain't no need to get no cart
And if you run up on my n*gga, ayy, what you mean? b*tch, I'ma spark
Hitkidd, what it do? Tell 'em what I do
When we went and pulled that move
That lick was so Gucci that I went and bought the shoes
.30 magazine in my cartridge, my belt Versace, the wallet wit' it, too
They talking violence, that's nonsense, what these n*ggas 'bout?
You the lookout, you ain't even wanna run up in the house
Let's take him out to eat, I put that Cracker Barrel to his mouth
Ya' mans a actor, you ain't know you got Will Ferrell in yo' house
Ayy, I like white girls, I got Lindsay and lil' Sarah in my house
I f*ck both of 'em from the back, now guess, who hair I'm pulling out?
Put me in yo' robbin' lane, my n*gga, this is not the route
We fifty deep with fifty hits, my n*gga, you won't make it out
We glocked up at pop-ups
The feds trying, but a b*tch can't stop us
The opps stuck, the opps f*cked
We killed they homie, now them b*tches out of luck
Rest in peace yo' n*gga, 'cause I did it to 'em
I just killed a opp, rolled him up in a blunt and sent it to 'em
b*tch, I'm in my box like I was Captain Crunch or Lucky Charms
I just caught a opp, I bet he wish he had a firearm
Give it to a n*gga, let off on his b*tch, too
Wet the babysitter, I might let off on his kids, too
JB the initials, and the JB means, "Just breaking you"
You play me, I'ma kill you so that JB means, "Just breaking news"
[Outro]
They f*cked
Know what happened to you, stupid ass n*gga
Trying walk up on me, dancin' ass n*gga with a gun
Yeah
Uh, oh, hear this sh*t
Yeah, I heard this, hold on
Uh, clutchin' on yo' b*tch, clutchin' on that .5
Clutch forever, b*tch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah