go straight - lil keyu lyrics
[intro]
(hey go ahead)
(k!ller going crazy)
(turn it up trap)
i’ma gun towing gangstas b*tch n*gga
talk sh*t i’ma hit you with this clip n*gga
pa, pa, pow
hey, hey
[chorus]
i’ma gun towing gangstas b*tch n*gga
talk sh*t i’ma hit you with this clip n*gga
said they missed me, yeah they was just talkin’
n*gga disrespect me, then my bullets get to walkin’, walk ’em
b*tches always mad ’cause their n*ggas always on it
b*tch need a bag ’cause she look broke and exhausted
20 on my neck, on my wrist, a little frostin’
you could tell i do this sh*t often
[verse 1]
left ’em on red, now that n*gga keep callin’
leave ’em on dead, if them b*tches keep talkin’
nothin’ but abroad, b*tches swear they be foreign
i’ve been chillin’ in the crib, i can’t wait to be tourin’
i just keep scorin’, shootin’ like jordan, this sh*t like [?]
all the chicken blue, we ain’t dealin’ with a shortige
all my b*tches shoes, like you dealin’ with the forces
turn ’em in to corpses
[chorus]
i’ma gun towing gangstas b*tch n*gga
talk sh*t i’ma hit you with this clip n*gga
said they missed me, yeah they was just talkin’
n*gga disrespect me, then my bullets get to walkin’, walk ’em
b*tches always mad ’cause their n*ggas always on it
b*tch need a bag ’cause she look broke and exhausted
20 on my neck, on my wrist, a little frostin’
you could tell i do this sh*t often
[verse 2]
move this sh*t off it
who is this cautious
this sh*t got a switch and a cooler kick on it
worried about a b*tch, never i could make a b*tch better
rather be a d*ck suckers, where these hoes lost it
ask about me, they gonna say i’ve been about it
with that money, get that money, i can’t live without it
with that zaza, with that grabba, ain’t no spliff without it
put that chopper to your mouth, that night you b*tchin’ ’bout it
i thought you was tough b*tch
7 30 crazy baby, know i’m with the dumb sh*t
hop about this b*tch and get to uppin’, then i dump sh*t
workin’ on it, show these b*tches how i run sh*t
ain’t droppin’ a year, you see them numbers going up quick
one spliff, two spliff, three spliff, four spliff
i don’t give a f*ck, just pull it up and run some motion
wavy little b*tch you know my n*ggas havin’ motion
i keep it on my body like some lotion
[chorus]
i’ma gun towing gangstas b*tch n*gga
talk sh*t i’ma hit you with this clip n*gga
said they missed me, yeah they was just talkin’
n*gga disrespect me, then my bullets get to walkin’, walk ’em
b*tches always mad ’cause their n*ggas always on it
b*tch need a bag ’cause she look broke and exhausted
20 on my neck, on my wrist, a little frostin’
you could tell i do this sh*t often
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