lil keyu – go straight 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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