King Von & Fivio Foreign - Straight To It Lyrics
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Straight To It Lyrics
DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger
Let’s get straight to it Straight to it
Ain’t tryna talk, let’s do it Let’s do it
Nigga play crazy in this bitch, we shootin’ We shoot
The opps be sick, they losin’ Boom, boom
All these guns we got, we use ’em We use ’em
He got caught, that boy was stupid He stupid
Gun got dirty, hurry up, get a new one Get a new one
Nigga, you don’t wanna get into it Nah, nah
Let’s get straight to it Straight to it
Ain’t tryna talk, let’s do it Let’s do it
Nigga play crazy in this bitch, we shootin’ We shoot
The opps be sick, they losin’ Boom, boom
All these guns we got, we use ’em We use ’em
He got caught, that boy was stupid He stupid
Gun got dirty, hurry up, get a new one Get a new one
Nigga, you don’t wanna get into it Nah, nah
I was a shorty, I was poppin’ out early
I was outside slidin’ with the Glock .9 With the Glock .9
Catch him goin’ to school, it’s the right time It’s the right time
If a nigga don’t front your move, better pipe down Grrah, grrah
Pop me a pill then I bite down
Six-Double-O, real shit, free BiteDown
Catch a nigga lackin’ then we shootin’ on sight now
He got caught, now he Can’tGetRight now Boom, boom, boom
If they come outside and tryna post up then we gon’ spin they shit Spin, spin
We gon’ hit they block with a whole hundred shots Grrah
No matter how deep they is Get in, get in
I shoot, niggas don’t shoot, no kizzy Uh-huh
He cheatin’, it’s gettin’ real Damn, damn
Somethin’ wrong, that boy can’t miss Uh-huh
Get caught, I plead the fifth Boom, boom, boom
I said that was my last time the last time but I still slid I did
He said he was gon’ kill me and my homies
Look, now he real dead Now he dead, dead
When them niggas die, we don’t feel bad Uh-huh
We get ’em real mad Yeah, yeah
Get up on live, make him real mad Grrah, grrah
‘Cause we want him real bad Grrah, grrah, grrah
Got a whole thirty clip for him, uh
You better watch how you get, ’cause shit can get lit for him, uh
When I show him this huh, lil’ brodie gon’ deep on him, uh
I’ma do what I want, ain’t no guessin’ Fivi’
Got the forty cali’ in my jacket proudly
Boy, I had to build it then I had to lob it
You ain’t did the shootin’ then don’t jack about it
Them niggas fakin’ the funk, I post what I like and I say what I want
I’m smokin’ on opps, I don’t play with no blunts
I send ’em on drills, and he ate for the month
You catchin’ bodies and I’m payin’ ’em a bunch
I still get charges ’cause I give him the gun
So many shots ’cause I hit his guts
I love my shooter ’cause he ain’t give a fuck
Let’s get straight to it Straight to it
Ain’t tryna talk, let’s do it Let’s do it
Nigga play crazy in this bitch, we shootin’ We shoot
The opps be sick, they losin’ Boom, boom
All these guns we got, we use ’em We use ’em
He got caught, that boy was stupid He stupid
Gun got dirty, hurry up, get a new one Get a new one
Nigga, you don’t wanna get into it Nah, nah
Let’s get straight to it Straight to it
Ain’t tryna talk, let’s do it Let’s do it
Nigga play crazy in this bitch, we shootin’ We shoot
The opps be sick, they losin’ Boom, boom
All these guns we got, we use ’em We use ’em
He got caught, that boy was stupid He stupid
Gun got dirty, hurry up, get a new one Get a new one
Nigga, you don’t wanna get into it Nah, nah
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