Straight Thru

[Intro]
(It's a Wayne beat)
(lonzetheking)

[Verse]
Soon as I heard the beat, I knew I had to put my hands and feet on it
Wayne and Lonze on the track, so I had to put some grease on it
My lil' niggas slidin' every day on the opps' block, so they don't be on it
Ready to give them bullshit at any moment, my niggas be on it
Finna wake these motherfuckers up, they still sleep on me
Got robbed one time in my life in my teen moments
Kill him, or let— ah
Should I kill him, or let him slide? I had to sleep on it
Pussy, money, weed, them my three focuses
My bitch found out I was a dog, she put a leash on me
I grind hard for real, the plug tryna put a ki' on me
Gave a fiend some straight drop, I hope this bitch don't OD on me
Only how I get amused, might see a human fly
Nigga beef with me, he might as well commit suicide
I got the drop on him, but I'ma wait 'til I see him comin' outside
And dump the whole clip in his chest before he hop in the ride
Just got the Tris and I grabbed a small pop, then dropped a deuce inside
Reachin' in my right pocket, it's a lot of blues inside it
DMed a fan back on Instagram, he was too excited
My nigga caught a body, went outta town, then got caught and got extradited
When a nigga try to tell me somethin', alright
When a nigga try to tell me somethin' and he get to stutterin', I can tell he lyin'
Everybody masked up, two rental cars back to back, you can tell we slidin'
We outside, they ain't nowhere to be found, you can tell they hidin'
Sent two bitches on the road with that shh, I can't tell who drivin'
Made an undisclosed amount from the pills, I can't even describe it
High as hell, noddin' off the drank, I can't even deny it
Went to the doc' tryna get some more syrup, he won't even prescribe it
I poured a deuce, a four, then an eight, I can't even fight it
The taste of the Tris in the Sprite, it ain't nothin' like it
Which lean taste the best that's out right now? I'm still undecided
It's between Quagen, Hi-Tech, and Morton, but PAI and Trish get you higher
It's crazy, 'cause the first three I named, the prices higher
The price they want right now for the drank, it never been no higher
Whoever say green do the same, you a fuckin' liar
It's 2 AM in the booth right now, I'm on fuckin' fire
Somebody put me out
If your weed ain't come from High Tolerance or A1, you need to put it out
I done smoked two 'bows of zaza in a month, I could've bought a house
I can't even add the lean up, it's too much to count
Shit, I just pointed the weed smoke at me
Cut into a bad bitch at the club like, "Come and dip with me"
Should've took her to the hotel, I brung her to my crib, she ain't wanna leave
She found out I'm a different type of nigga, it's only one of me
Two bitches at one time, that shit fun to me
Fucked 'em good, got 'em in they feelings, textin', say they done with me
Left the crib movin' fast, I forgot to bring my gun with me
Let some nigga try to murder me and I got that bitch on me, then they comin' with me
Hundred thousand dollars might not mean nothin' to you, but it's somethin' to me
Ain't had to go nowhere to meet none of my sales, they was comin' to me
I tell 'em all that I'm done sellin' shit, they don't wanna believe
Made more money trappin', switched it up 'cause I wanna succeed
Now I got fans across the world that's fuckin' with me
Told my niggas in the hood, when I get rich, that they comin' with me
All you gotta do is keep it one hundred with me
Ain't worried 'bout nothin' when I got my nigga 400 with me
Bitch, your baby daddy, boyfriend, or favorite rapper not fuckin' with me
Family tied, I'ma call my nephew or my cousin with beef
But all my niggas gon' slide anyway 'cause they brothers to me
So if you tryna play with me or one of mine, you become deceased
If the police ask, don't tell 'em shit, keep it in the streets
I be shit talkin', the shit I say is too real for the industry
Unc' in the kitchen whippin', I think he paid attention up in chemistry
Tell him I sent you, are you lookin' for Christina or Timothy?
Thinkin' of vacation, Jamaica, Dubai, France, or the Phillippines?
When I go OT, it don't matter where, it's the feeling for me
Take the rubber off when I fuck, it's the feeling for me
Cut a nigga hand off if I catch him ever stealin' from me
Your mans told and you deal with him still, that's not sittin' with me
Got caught with a gun and some dope and he still on the streets
Fell off, got up standin' tall and I'm still on my feet
G-R-I-N-D Hard, I'm livin' the dream
Straight drop, you let me catch your play, I'm stealin' your fiend
Cash rules everything around me the model we scream
I got a bad bitch that look like a model, but modest can be
I ain't gon' lie, she might lie to you, but she honest to me
(It's a Wayne beat)
(lonzetheking)