Straight In

[Verse 1 - Lil Freaky]
We ain't knocking on no doors, we coming straight in
And we ain't playing with you hoe, your block we gonna spin
And we ain't never saved no hoe, we never defend
Put 30 shots inside the Glock, we touchin’ your kin
I can see behind the Yay’s, I’m [?] for my lean
[?] my lil bro, I’ma cop that new Benz
I had to tell my family chill I'm trying to win
They thinking I made it already, that shit didn't even came in
The way I'm drippin’ ‘round here everyday, they think it is
I had to tell my mama chill just wipe down the tears
It’s hard to wipe away those tears, [?] 15 years
I'm in the booth, I'm going dumb, all they fuckin’ [?]
I pop a perc I put in work I go ber-fuckin-serk
I stayed down for fucking long, I thought this shit won't work
All my young niggas runnin’ beats you know they put in work
We hit your block with them new sticks and put stains on your shirt
Came from the dirt hit your block and burst
Now you gettin’ murked, I got on a fur
I be high in the sky [?] right behind me
[?] to that dirt, we seen that shit, you lyin’
[?] my blood, [?] wet on
We would never let off, we’re gonna run a track on
We’re gonna fuck these bitches [?], every night
And we gonna [?] chasin’ bae, we ‘bout to take a flight
100 rounds on that drum, I pull up in that coupe
100 rounds on that drum, I aim at your tooth
100 rounds on that drum, I aim, I’m a shoot
I'ma playa, I’ve got bitches ‘round like uncle Luke
I’ve got bitches all around, you ain’t gon’ never see me down
You ain’t never gon’ see me frown, you’re gonna always see me smile
Tryin’ to rob these jewels and [?], lil homie gon’ get wiped out
[?] caught lil bro ‘nem, they’re gonna pull up and knock lights out
I don’t know anything ‘bout that clout, I got drip, I’m a boss
I don’t know nothin’ ‘bout your bitch, she just pull up and suck my dick
30 rounds on that stick, 60 rounds on that stick
100 rounds on that stick, ‘bout to hit your block and flick
We ‘bout to pull up and film and shoot a movie
I’ve got bitches around you, you know they’re groupie
Ain’t gon’ never be down with you, they ain’t stupid
I grab it right now and get to shootin’
I’ve got bitches around, you know they paid
I’ve got brothers around, ey they don’t play
He got choppin’ that bag, you know a K
I came up out that grass, yeah I stayed
I had to run from their ass, I hit the gate
You better watch how they laugh, that shit fake
They’re gonna joke, they’re gonna laugh, up in your face
Ain’t got time to play, I’m in a Wraith
Shots out the [?], I tote a K
I’ve got bitch in Toronto, who don’t know Drake
I pull up to the front door, when they call to the gate
I came in, ain’t playin’, finna paint your face
I drop that Dripset, the reason she in my face
Say she ain’t know me back then, she from Decatur
I hit, hit you back then [?]
My brother sensin’ it, dont’ get no greater

[Verse 2 - Yung Booke]
Last seen me on my jelly, I’m totin’ a bereta
Told Freaky we you start it man that shit foreva
Louie, Cartier, [?] I see these niggas jealous
Nigga gonna pop their own time, when I drop now or never
They never seen, they ain’t saw me, just know I’ve been workin’
Looked like I got a hip replaced with that jammed thirty
Your bitch gonna suck me like a Slurpee, while you text her urgent
I see you murkin’, seen you shoot a homie do him dirty
And did that Uno shit, for real, bitch we really whip it
I’m always strapped up in the club, security never check me
Ain’t got tell you what I claim, you see that on my neck
My lil bitch love me, they had nothing, so I fuck the best
Hit the gas in that foreign, gone in 60 seconds
Can’t be fuckin’ ‘round with no rats, I might get infected
I got this shit perfected, my young nigga reckless
My [?], were probably VVS’s sets

[Verse 3 - Lil Freaky]
You see them niggas on the sideline lookin’ jealous
Just know we gon’ pop at your top if you be [?]
We get them birds out the cage like a fuckin’ veggie
We got 30 on our hip, just look at how we steppin’
These niggas hang around these bitches, ain’t tryin’ to get infected
I’m on the way up to the money, tryin’ to meet my essence
I just might buy my brother a foreign, I don’t fuckin’ lease it
These niggas sayin’ they havin’ money, but we really flexin’
I that pour up syrup in that lean but I’m not from Texas
I got that rap stuff in my gene, look like fuckin’ Lenon
You make us pull up on your scene, we gon’ leave it messy
We hit your block, [?] make sure it’s messy
And then we on to the next one, nigga dare respect it
You see these diamonds bitch they bling on my fuckin’ necklace
Eyo I’m a follow your bitch back, nigga just be careful
These bitches steady [?] all but steady fetchin’
Turn my name to a tag, ey bitch how I’m dressin’
Ayo dog my bitch black and thick like a fuckin’ stripper
Hit your man with that stick and dump it in the river
And then we back to the block, pourin’ syrup and liquor
Ay my color red and blue, but this ain’t Hilfiger
Ay this shit came out the Gucci, I’m a trill nigga
Hit your bitch with that foo, I can’t deal with her
And then I tell my ex bitch try to deal with her
I’m the motherfuckin’ man bitch check the score
Street pull you back and forth like a fuckin’ Rolie
I hopped off in that fuckin’ booth and I don’t never choke
My brother Boo started smokin’, bitch I know you know
20’s on me, 27 that
Play with 27, leave your ass flat
Yeah I’m [?], yeah I met a cat
How the fuck you drip, he ain’t never match
Today I met my clip, I dressed in all black
Hit your fuckin’ block, you ran off 4 flat
Ayo young drip shit, I promote that
Get you flipped quick, I know you know that
Yeah I talk fast, bitch I move slow
Yeah I cut my way, don’t get out of that boat
Yeah these niggas bitches, yeah these niggas phony
Hit your fuckin’ block, they don’t ever want it