Going Str8 in, Pt. 3 (feat. NLE Choppa)

They like "Damn we came here with three" Damn son where'd you find this? They like "Damn, he came back with three" (Uh) Bitch we took over the street If a nigga don't like me, bitch, we can meet (Yeah) Or we gon' pull up where he be Hot young nigga and I'm only eighteen (Yeah) You see these racks bustin' out my jeans Big Backwoods I done turnt to a fiend I'm deep in the field, with no cleats I want me a M, I won't stop 'til I get it (Ayy) We gun 'em down, leave no witness Load up a round go handle they business, yuh (Go handle they business) Lots of guap, bitch I got plenty (Yeah) If he play, put one in his fitted Get the Drac', put one in his kidney (Yeah) These niggas lame, they gossip like some bitches My dick in they mouth, yeah I'm who they mentioned Hold on, wait I heard a nigga say they want smoke (Say they want smoke) Yeah, we gon' pull up on a hill with the pole (Boom boom boom) Fuck it might as well kick the door (Might as well kick the door) Lame ass nigga pillow talking to these hoes (Ayy) These the same niggas gone get put on swole Lame ass niggas hating 'cause they really broke I'm the only young nigga gettin' a rack for a show With the streets on lock, nigga with no code (No code) And I won't, respond to you niggas on the internet That's the same shit, that's gon' get your nigga wacked Shoot up that car, put that bitch on flat And he wanna see them all, put two in the back I'm a fly young nigga, no jet lag Hit her from the back, while I'm counting up backends Pullin' out her hair, she gon' leave some new tracks in She wanna cuff, but that bitch too rachet (She too rachet) I turn dope to money that's magic Fresh as fuck like I hopped out a casket I'm really havin' this shit, I ain't braggin' (I ain't braggin') Don't ask for no feature, I'm taxin' (I'm taxin') If he flex too hard, we gon' jack him Try to get tough, my nigga gon' smash him Young nigga shit comin' straight out the Jackson (Yeah, yeah, yeah) They like "Damn, he came back with three" (Uh) Bitch we took over the street If a nigga don't like me, bitch we can meet (Yeah) Or we gon' pull up where he be Hot young nigga and I'm only eighteen You see these racks bustin' out my jeans Big Backwoods I done turnt to a fiend I'm deep in the field, with no cleats I want me a M, I won't stop 'til I get it (Ayy) We gun 'em down, leave no witness Load up a round go handle they business, yeh (Go handle they business) Lots of guap, bitch I got plenty (Yeah) If he play, put one in his fitted Get the Drac', put one in his kidney (Yeah) These niggas lame, they gossip like some bitches My dick in they mouth, yeah I'm who they mention (Hold on) Mask on, glove tight, where the opps at? Dumb bitch got the drum, where the spot at? Pull up and you know we gon' pop at Hunnid Deep with the gang like a moshpit (Yeah) Just like the garbage, you know that we dumpin' Yeah I'm the shooter, but you know I'm thumpin' These bullets go wild, you know that they jumpin' Two drums on the chop, we shootin' a hundred Retire for fighting, hit him with the stick Rob him out his money, we hittin' them licks And just like a bomb, I'm ready to tick The Glock on my hip, it poke out my 'fit Slam on a opp, call it LeBron James Two Glocks on me, with the Drac' thing Check the forecast, nigga I'ma make it rain All white Louis suit like cocaine Shotta Fam the gang, you run up get whacked My shooters behind me they watchin' my back I slide in the traffic the Glock in my lap Nigga move wrong, he gonna get smacked Big dawg on the nigga like a Great Dane Finessin' and stressin', we leaving a stain Gang, bitch, gang, gang Bitch ass nigga, NLE shit Shotta Fam or scram hoe