Straight In

By Li Heat

On Heated

Released on December 14, 2019

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[Intro]

Ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy

Fuck all the opps for real, pop his ass just like a pill

Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav

Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, take off, let's go


[Verse]

Hopped out the car with the Glock in my hand

He boomin' my music, he a opp or a fan?

So many drums like the Battle of the Bands

I'ma pull up shootin', I ain't doin' no playin'

Glock with a dick, we can shoot up the porno

She give me top just like her name DiGiorno

I'm passin' bullets, call me Tony Romo

Step on me, hell nah, that's a no-no

Cut a ho off if she speak on my past

Ain't chasin' no bitch, I'm chasin' my bag

Don't drop your location, I ain't tryna meet

Like a ho went knifin', we all tryna creep

Fell in love with this Draco, it don't skip a beat

He think she into him, but that bitch a freak

She got a new body every day of the week

Ayy, yeah, he got clapped 'cause he got clapped out

I'm in the trap with some niggas who slapped out

He try to run, choppa gon' blow his back out

Ran out of bullets, so I had to bring the MAC out

They talkin' money, so we bringin' the racks out

Ayy, we havin' this shit for real

We havin' this shit for real, ayy, yeah

We havin' choppas on choppas on choppas

Caught a opp lackin', send his ass to the doctor

Bought a 1911, I move like a mobster

I'm fly as fuck, let me pop my collar

Flex on a bitch like Larry the Lobster

So many blue hunnids, they thinkin' we crippin'

We spin his block every time and we're dizzy

Your nigga be broke, they know that we winnin'

My Glock like a bitch, it's havin' extensions

Ayy, they callin' me Jordan, this bitch ho pippin'

He claim he a jack boy, well, they gotta die

Threw 'em all out the window like I'm workin' the drive-thru

Stop askin', nigga, I don't know who shot you

My bullets, they bald head, lookin' like Caillou

Just like a keyboard, he get deleted

Jail cells hurt, so bitch, free Weezy

Don't tell me you love me if you don't know the meaning

Ain't trustin' no bitch, they change like the season

I come to shoot like I'm playin' in Cleveland

After I fuck one time, don't leave

She think she special, can't give me a reason

Shoot his ass in the face, I ain't doin' no swingin'

My opps, they broke, talkin' 'bout they fightin' demons

She a nasty fuck, she gon' eat up the semen

Think I'm a drug, got these hoes fiendin'

These niggas don't want smoke at all

I shoot opps, no basketball

They really prayin' on my downfall

My dawg tried to call me like John Wall

Swung through the cut and I knocked him off

Boy, your ass gon' die, I don't fuck with the cross

Glock in my lap when I'm all in traffic

Say he gon' kill me, tell him, "Come make it happen"

I ain't stuck with that saying, these niggas be cappin'

We street for real, we ain't doin' no actin'

He tryna beef and he don't know 'bout it

Pull up shootin' like my name Kobe

I'm goin' straight in, can't nobody hold me

I'ma ride by myself, these niggas be phonies

He thinkin' I'm a bitch, nigga, what is you smokin'?

Glock on my side with a dick, it's pokin'

Catch a opp, put his ass in bag like groceries

I pop a Perc' and get all in her kidneys

I'm high as fuck, now I'm touchin' the ceiling

I'm havin' sticks like Call of Duty missions

These niggas ain't 'bout it, they really be bitches

Had to cut off my dog, I don't fuck with that snitchin'

Glock on my side when I'm all in the booth

Freaky ass bitch, tryna blow me like soup

I love my Glock, this bitch my friend

But fuck all that talkin' 'cause I'm goin' straight in