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straight up - $wayleo lyrics

[intro]
d*mn, that sh*t crazy roisin
yay its matty here
haha, yeah we just put sh*t out the way we meant to b*tch ($wayleo)
we the prophets n*gga, lets do it

[verse 1: matty cent]
i’m bout to make it rain
she going down for me, wild for me
whip a hunnid baby momma smile for me, ride for me
turn it up
i ain’t no cheap n*gga
but several cases told you baby i ain’t down for this
we going better is we moving to the better things
lil b*tch she said she down for me capass you ain’t down baby grind on me
bought a birkin baby momma grind for it (grind for it)
benihana cook up baby ride on me (ride on me)
matty
purple cup sippin lean
pop a pеrc i caught ma feels
lil b*tch on red she not for sale
wish mе dead its shame on you (ayy)
swerving on ma lane i’m going fast n*gga
talking bout ma exes they hanging at past n*gga
coming from the past its at the trench (at trench baby)
ain’t gat nothing baby but the rags (just the rags)
i be hanging with the devil with blunt on ma lips rolling up, getting high, we so high, watchu claiming n*gga
certified fits ma style
baby ma whip cost fifty on drugs, gone straight
gat lotta homies waiting on me
ma n*ggas is gang y’all n*ggas is lame still
this ain’t no cap n*gga
ma homies posted with the glock they going wild for it
glock on you baow be like baow n*gga down the hills
but several cases told you baby i ain’t down for this
i’m tryna hide ma demons baby i ain’t born for this
[verse 2: $wayleo]
like lil mosey in the blueberry faygo
came from the trenches yeah i came from the bando
n*ggas they be cappin n*ggas got the f*ckin ego
n*ggas making fun of me i ghost them like a big bro
way up, way up
i’m going straight up
like plane yeah i’m gonna takeoff
i be grinding everytime i wake up (heyo heyo)
no slippin no case
b*tches doing clout chase
he be lurking on my insta i be praying for more grace (what)
n*gga don’t need friends i be aiming for the grands
i just do it for my fam (do it for my fam)
come here b*tch oh oh oh oh oh (ohhh)
i got louis v for you and your bro (yeah yeah uhh)
all the way up straight up there we go
shout out to the n*ggas who were there for me when i was broke
certified fits ma style
baby ma whip cost fifty on drugs, gone straight
gat lotta homies waiting on me
ma n*ggas is gang y’all n*ggas is lame still (grrr baow)

[outro]
ayy
uh oh oh, yay its matty here
$wayleo
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