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lil freaky - straight in lyrics

[verse 1 – lil freaky]
we ain’t knocking on no doors, we coming straight in
and we ain’t playing with you hoe, your block we gonna spin
and we ain’t never saved no hoe, we never defend
put 30 shots inside the glock, we touchin’ your kin
i can see behind the yay’s, i’m [?] for my lean
[?] my lil bro, i’ma cop that new benz
i had to tell my family chill i’m trying to win
they thinking i made it already, that sh-t didn’t even came in
the way i’m drippin’ ‘round here everyday, they think it is
i had to tell my mama chill just wipe down the tears
it’s hard to wipe away those tears, [?] 15 years
i’m in the booth, i’m going dumb, all they f-ckin’ [?]
i pop a perc i put in work i go ber-f-ckin-serk
i stayed down for f-cking long, i thought this sh-t won’t work
all my young n-ggas runnin’ beats you know they put in work
we hit your block with them new sticks and put stains on your shirt
came from the dirt hit your block and burst
now you gettin’ murked, i got on a fur
i be high in the sky [?] right behind me
[?] to that dirt, we seen that sh-t, you lyin’
[?] my blood, [?] wet on
we would never let off, we’re gonna run a track on
we’re gonna f-ck these b-tches [?], every night
and we gonna [?] chasin’ bae, we ‘bout to take a flight
100 rounds on that drum, i pull up in that coupe
100 rounds on that drum, i aim at your tooth
100 rounds on that drum, i aim, i’m a shoot
i’ma playa, i’ve got b-tches ‘round like uncle luke
i’ve got b-tches all around, you ain’t gon’ never see me down
you ain’t never gon’ see me frown, you’re gonna always see me smile
tryin’ to rob these jewels and [?], lil homie gon’ get wiped out
[?] caught lil bro ‘nem, they’re gonna pull up and knock lights out
i don’t know anything ‘bout that clout, i got drip, i’m a boss
i don’t know nothin’ ‘bout your b-tch, she just pull up and suck my d-ck
30 rounds on that stick, 60 rounds on that stick
100 rounds on that stick, ‘bout to hit your block and fl!ck
we ‘bout to pull up and film and shoot a movie
i’ve got b-tches around you, you know they’re groupie
ain’t gon’ never be down with you, they ain’t stupid
i grab it right now and get to shootin’
i’ve got b-tches around, you know they paid
i’ve got brothers around, ey they don’t play
he got choppin’ that bag, you know a k
i came up out that gr-ss, yeah i stayed
i had to run from their -ss, i hit the gate
you better watch how they laugh, that sh-t fake
they’re gonna joke, they’re gonna laugh, up in your face
ain’t got time to play, i’m in a wraith
shots out the [?], i tote a k
i’ve got b-tch in toronto, who don’t know drake
i pull up to the front door, when they call to the gate
i came in, ain’t playin’, finna paint your face
i drop that dripset, the reason she in my face
say she ain’t know me back then, she from decatur
i hit, hit you back then [?]
my brother sensin’ it, dont’ get no greater

[verse 2 – yung booke]
last seen me on my jelly, i’m totin’ a bereta
told freaky we you start it man that sh-t foreva
louie, cartier, [?] i see these n-ggas jealous
n-gga gonna pop their own time, when i drop now or never
they never seen, they ain’t saw me, just know i’ve been workin’
looked like i got a hip replaced with that jammed thirty
your b-tch gonna suck me like a slurpee, while you text her urgent
i see you murkin’, seen you shoot a homie do him dirty
and did that uno sh-t, for real, b-tch we really whip it
i’m always strapped up in the club, security never check me
ain’t got tell you what i claim, you see that on my neck
my lil b-tch love me, they had nothing, so i f-ck the best
hit the gas in that foreign, gone in 60 seconds
can’t be f-ckin’ ‘round with no rats, i might get infected
i got this sh-t perfected, my young n-gga reckless
my [?], were probably vvs’s sets

[verse 3 – lil freaky]
you see them n-ggas on the sideline lookin’ jealous
just know we gon’ pop at your top if you be [?]
we get them birds out the cage like a f-ckin’ veggie
we got 30 on our hip, just look at how we steppin’
these n-ggas hang around these b-tches, ain’t tryin’ to get infected
i’m on the way up to the money, tryin’ to meet my essence
i just might buy my brother a foreign, i don’t f-ckin’ lease it
these n-ggas sayin’ they havin’ money, but we really flexin’
i that pour up syrup in that lean but i’m not from texas
i got that rap stuff in my gene, look like f-ckin’ lenon
you make us pull up on your scene, we gon’ leave it messy
we hit your block, [?] make sure it’s messy
and then we on to the next one, n-gga dare respect it
you see these diamonds b-tch they bling on my f-ckin’ necklace
eyo i’m a follow your b-tch back, n-gga just be careful
these b-tches steady [?] all but steady fetchin’
turn my name to a tag, ey b-tch how i’m dressin’
ayo dog my b-tch black and thick like a f-ckin’ stripper
hit your man with that stick and dump it in the river
and then we back to the block, pourin’ syrup and liquor
ay my color red and blue, but this ain’t hilfiger
ay this sh-t came out the gucci, i’m a trill n-gga
hit your b-tch with that foo, i can’t deal with her
and then i tell my ex b-tch try to deal with her
i’m the motherf-ckin’ man b-tch check the score
street pull you back and forth like a f-ckin’ rolie
i hopped off in that f-ckin’ booth and i don’t never choke
my brother boo started smokin’, b-tch i know you know
20’s on me, 27 that
play with 27, leave your -ss flat
yeah i’m [?], yeah i met a cat
how the f-ck you drip, he ain’t never match
today i met my clip, i dressed in all black
hit your f-ckin’ block, you ran off 4 flat
ayo young drip sh-t, i promote that
get you flipped quick, i know you know that
yeah i talk fast, b-tch i move slow
yeah i cut my way, don’t get out of that boat
yeah these n-ggas b-tches, yeah these n-ggas phony
hit your f-ckin’ block, they don’t ever want it

- lil freaky lyrics

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