Straight Thru

[Intro]
(It's a Wayne beat)
(Elijah)
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)

[Verse 1: Clean Up Man]
Pull up on on the opps, shoot this bitch off the dribble
You fuckin' with the opps, you gon' die, you can't play the middle
It's a button on this bitch, I'ma play the pistol
Like the letter after J, we done K'd that nigga
The opps can't fuck with me, don't let 'em tell you different
I got every fuckin' drop, don't make me pay a visit
20K in the rental, man, this shit terrific
Shoot an opp in his shit, make this shit simple
I been fuckin' for two weeks, done hit ten bitches
I'm out of town hittin' stores, I got my bitch with me
You wanna buy some real 'za, nigga, come get with me
Cashback the register until that bitch empty
If you ever see me around, then I'm pole clutchin'
Hittin' this bitch from the back, I be soul touchin'
I might just hit your auntie, I'm an old fucker
Slice a nigga with a knife, I'm a cold cutter

[Verse 2: Scatz]
Snuck the Drac' in the party, this a club banger
My nigga sister fuckin' with the opps, I'm finna make him hang her
You want a nigga smoked? Put a 40 on the table
Got some fresh blues, still out here slidin', fuck this label shit
My pendant cost more than your custom shit
Heard this nigga beatin' on his ho, I just hit the bitch
Store still green as fuck like I ain't hit this bitch
Nigga thought he heard a bus, it was the Helly hittin'
I'm finna hang out the roof, told bro hold my legs for me
On the Northside with the baby K, but this bitch foreign
Nigga from OT on some opp shit, watch me smoke a tourist
I ain't gon' lie, I caught my first body with a Taurus
When I get crispy, I ride with the switch, 'cause I ain't chasin' niggas
When he hit the floor, flip him, bake the nigga
That nigga all talk, he never got no paper with him
He got hit with a 6.2, how the fuck he livin'?

[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
The plug baptized me with a whole thing, I just got delivered
You got a nice body, she fat as hell, how is y'all sisters?
Seein' me eat roast-beef pussy is like sayin' LeBron Muslim
What that mean?
Engineer pop you, but he white, he look like Charlie Sheen
You got them denims on sale, them is hardly jeans
Glock got a long clip on it, this'll part the seas
Man, f— I meant to say this'll part the street
My nigga whippin' straight out the sink, I call it cleanin' chitlins
I'm ridin' with my dogs for life, you ain't know we was this vicious
I sold my sperm to a dyke and I ain't seen the children
They gon' hear this and run this back, bitch, we the realest

[Verse 4: AK Bandamont]
Yeah, bitch, I got murder on my mind, I'm on the East with killers
I color-wrapped this bitch red wine, but the seats vanilla
In wintertime, I sold ten bricks, I need three chinchillas
I told this bitch, "Spread your legs open, I'm tryna see what's in it"
I'm finna cook a whole brick, somebody clean this kitchen
A nigga say it's beef, a week later, they saying he is missin'
Bitch, I'm on Banks Ave with two white hoes, they think he is pimpin'
I got a Bible verse on me, they sayin' he was Christian
But I'm not, I know gremlins with them chops
They say he work in bar service, he get off at 10 o'clock
Brodie say he got the 'za, bring me a jar, I need it now
Lil' buddy tried to run, ain't get far, he gettin' shot