Going Str8 in Part 2

I'm goin' straight in, part two

Ayy, this what they been waitin' for

So I'm finna give it to 'em

Ayy

My ****, they takin' shit like Deebo

Move wrong, shoot him like a free throw

Snatchin' everythin', leave him with zero (Leave him with zero)

Turnt up, bitch, I'm back in beast mode (Beast mode)

If he play, he get hit with a hollow

I clutch on a nine, no Rajon Rondo (No Rajon Rondo)

Money callin', gotta go get the pesos

Sippin' on Hi-Tech, no Karo

Leave you with zero like Westbrook

I'm fuckin' your ho, your bitch took

Zino strapped in the back while I'm countin' up

We stay havin' racks, they mad at that

Finesse for that sack, bitch, give it up

He say he gon' run up, well, try your luck

These bullets gon' fly, you better duck

I be so damn high, I'm high as fuck (Ayy)

I got too many hoes, can't trip over thots (Can't trip over thots)

Hottest youngin, bitch, I got the streets hot (Bitch, I got the streets hot)

They askin' me when I'ma drop (When I'ma drop)

Them other **** thought that I went pop (Thought that I went pop)

I came in the game, got this shit on lock (On lock)

I know they wanna see a **** flop (Ayy, ayy)

But somehow, bitch, I'm still on top (Ayy)

Droppin' back-to-back, this shit never stop

And my diamonds on froze

Neck so cold, I'm strapped with that pole

These **** ain't know what I'm on

They got me back in my zone

This stupid ho blowin' my phone (Stupid ho blowin' my phone)

She just won't leave me alone (She just won't leave me alone)

Hit her one time, then I'm gone

I know I did the bitch wrong, but fuck it

She wanna argue, I ain't got time for fussin' (I ain't got time for fussin')

This shit that I'm smokin' so musty (Ayy)

If he run up, like a toilet, we flush him (We flush him)

These bullets gon' burn like Usher (Like Usher)

Hit him three times, make him stutter (Make him stutter)

Melt his bitch-ass like some butter (Like some butter)

Whoever help him get hit with thunder

After that, we posted up on the corner

My ****, they takin' shit like Deebo

Move wrong, shoot him like a free throw

Snatchin' everythin', leave him with zero (Leave him with zero)

Turnt up, bitch, I'm back in beast mode (Beast mode)

If he play, he get hit with a hollow

I clutch on a nine, no Rajon Rondo (No Rajon Rondo)

Money callin', gotta go get the pesos

Sippin' on Hi-Tech, no Karo

Leave you with zero like Westbrook

I'm fuckin' your ho, your bitch took

Zino strapped in the back while I'm countin' up

We stay havin' racks, they mad at that

Finesse for that sack, bitch, give it up

He say he gon' run up, well, try your luck

These bullets gon' fly, you better duck

I be so damn high, I'm high as fuck, ayy

Remember them days we was starvin'

Kickin' doors, stealin' TVs out apartments

Now I count hundreds and fifties, no dollars

If a **** move wrong, then we gon' pop him (We gon' pop him)

We ain't finna do none of that arguin' (Uh-uh)

Hop in the booth, then I go retarded (Go retarded)

Smoke good gas, smellin' like someone farted (Someone farted)

And I'm poppin', ****, no collar

I meant I'm poppin', no popcorn (Popcorn)

If you want war, we gon' wait for 'em (We gon' wait for 'em)

Gotta stay alert like an alarm

In my city, **** dyin', I ain't goin' for it, ayy

And I'm drippin' sauce, no hot sauce (No hot sauce)

Now I'm on my shit, got 'em pissed off (Got 'em pissed off)

Young **** shit, screamin', "Fuck the laws"

She suck my dick until her jaw lock (Ugh)

Ever since I started rappin', all these hoes gettin' attached

But fuck 'em, I just want a bag, I'm tryna count up these racks (I'm tryna count up these racks, ****)

I came up in the trap for real (In the trap)

Started rappin', turned down my first deal (Ayy)

Play with that sack, boy, you gon' get killed (Ayy, ayy)

Chopper bullets eat you up like a meal

Hold up, I think I might pop me a pill (Pill)

They watchin' me like Dr. Phil (Dr. Phil)

Bitch, I'm strapped up like a seal (Like a seal)

Pop the top and pour me a fifth (Pour a fifth)

Drop the top and go pick up your bitch (Your bitch)

I'm a young ****, like to pop shit (Ayy)

Make a diss, then we gon' send a blitz (Ayy, ayy)

Them shooters gon' bite like a pit', woah

Beam sit right on top your nose

Take everything, we gon' leave his ass broke

These **** just actin', they don't really want smoke (They don't really want smoke)

If I run down on him, he gon' catch the holy ghost

Ayy, bitch, I be clean head to toe

Flow so sick, think I got a cold

Finna break in the game, ****, no cheat code, ayy

Ayy

I'm back

I'm goin' straight in

Part two

Ayy

Ayy, ayy

Turn up, gang