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straight in - 2sgtay lyrics

[intro]
n*ggas gettin’ childish, but they r*t*rded
(rare’, what the f*ck?)
long live fifty, b*tch
haha

[verse]
we posted up with fifties, you a dummy if you try to slide (pew, pew)
and you can’t hang with gang if you ain’t never seen no homicide (boom, boom, boom, boom)
we put sh*t to sleep, that wrapped ’em up, we left ’em unified (yeah)
posted up on guns avenue with a big fire (cook road)
louis try that patient, we put his ass up in the sky
two bands of weezy in my ‘wood ’cause i get big high (weezy, weezy)
i’m turnt up with no worry (turnt up), could throw me and then get bragg in
they like, “lil tay, why you do that, boy?” right there they know i get mad (ha)
pull up shootin’ for lil’ threes, got range like i’m stephen curry
they know i got aim, so when i hit, they get down in a hurry
call flip, he pull up in a hurry
call shorty, he pull up in a hurry
we the ones brought pression to the opps, we got them boys worried (them boys scared)
i’ma be too solid gang, babyface reaper (six)
wanna learn how to walk down? then, n*gga, i could teach ya
n*ggas keep speakin’ on fifty name ’til i send they ass to meet him (lil’ fifty)
he ain’t even gon’ see it comin’, this lil’ beam just gon’ greet him
my whole gang turnt up tryna knock a n*gga off
know this b*tch stay tucked on me, i go violent in ’em all (six)
your whole gang burnt out, all dead young gon’ sow (perc’ head)
smudgin’ all the opp b*tches, got ’em drippin’ through they drawers (haha)
hit some signs behind me, f*ck it, hit it on the law (voom)
n*ggas really get to turn in soft behind the walls
how you ride and switch up on the gang? i thought you was my dawg (f*ck him)
b*tch, i’m goin’ straight and i don’t even need no hook (at all)
opps beat put up, everytime we hit they block, we leave ’em shooked
all*black sd, new attachment, it’s a beam (man)
and it came with a lemon squeeze, i ain’t shootin’ at no knees
if we ain’t talkin’ with no cut, i’m givin’ straight rock to the fiends (a genie)
watch ’em put him in his knees, shoot it up and get to tweakin’ (shoot, go)
gang street sh*t, we stay in they sh*t, we won’t let ’em get easy (took out)
smokin’ weezy, this sh*t gettin’ easy, lil’ folks b*tch tryna eat me (four easy)
opps mad, they say i’m goin’ up, i’m still lil tay, i’m gon’ bust (yeah)
your lil’ pistols be in pictures more than action, they could let dust? (wow)
we be k!llers and order me fashion n*ggas, know we dangerous (boss)
these lil’ hard head n*ggas from the six*oh, hope you stay timorous (boss bragg)
everytime a body drop in dirt, they try to blame us (boom, boom, boom)
[outro]
ayy, y’all know what the f*ck goin’ on
big six, from the dirt to the bricks
n*ggas already know why the f*ck we goin’ up
long live fifty

- 2sgtay lyrics

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