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lirik lagu straight in – li heat

[intro]
ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy
f*ck all the opps for real, pop his ass just like a pill
ayy, let that sh*t ride, tav
yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, take off, let’s go

[verse]
hopped out the car with the glock in my hand
he boomin’ my music, he a opp or a fan?
so many drums like the battle of the bands
i’ma pull up shootin’, i ain’t doin’ no playin’
glock with a d*ck, we can shoot up the p*rno
she give me top just like her name digiorno
i’m passin’ bullets, call me tony romo
step on me, h*ll nah, that’s a no*no
cut a ho off if she speak on my past
ain’t chasin’ no b*tch, i’m chasin’ my bag
don’t drop your location, i ain’t tryna meet
like a ho went knifin’, we all tryna creep
fell in love with this draco, it don’t skip a beat
he think she into him, but that b*tch a freak
she got a new body every day of the week
ayy, yeah, he got clapped ’cause he got clapped out
i’m in the trap with some n*ggas who slapped out
he try to run, choppa gon’ blow his back out
ran out of bullets, so i had to bring the mac out
they talkin’ money, so we bringin’ the racks out
ayy, we havin’ this sh*t for real
we havin’ this sh*t for real, ayy, yeah
we havin’ choppas on choppas on choppas
caught a opp lackin’, send his ass to the doctor
bought a 1911, i move like a mobster
i’m fly as f*ck, let me pop my collar
flex on a b*tch like larry the lobster
so many blue hunnids, they thinkin’ we crippin’
we spin his block every time and we’re dizzy
your n*gga be broke, they know that we winnin’
my glock like a b*tch, it’s havin’ extensions
ayy, they callin’ me jordan, this b*tch ho pippin’
he claim he a jack boy, well, they gotta die
threw ’em all out the window like i’m workin’ the drive*thru
stop askin’, n*gga, i don’t know who shot you
my bullets, they bald head, lookin’ like caillou
just like a keyboard, he get deleted
jail cells hurt, so b*tch, free weezy
don’t tell me you love me if you don’t know the meaning
ain’t trustin’ no b*tch, they change like the season
i come to shoot like i’m playin’ in cleveland
after i f*ck one time, don’t leave
she think she special, can’t give me a reason
shoot his ass in the face, i ain’t doin’ no swingin’
my opps, they broke, talkin’ ’bout they fightin’ demons
she a nasty f*ck, she gon’ eat up the s*m*n
think i’m a drug, got these hoes fiendin’
these n*ggas don’t want smoke at all
i shoot opps, no basketball
they really prayin’ on my downfall
my dawg tried to call me like john wall
swung through the cut and i knocked him off
boy, your ass gon’ die, i don’t f*ck with the cross
glock in my lap when i’m all in traffic
say he gon’ k!ll me, tell him, “come make it happen”
i ain’t stuck with that saying, these n*ggas be cappin’
we street for real, we ain’t doin’ no actin’
he tryna beef and he don’t know ’bout it
pull up shootin’ like my name kobe
i’m goin’ straight in, can’t n0body hold me
i’ma ride by myself, these n*ggas be phonies
he thinkin’ i’m a b*tch, n*gga, what is you smokin’?
glock on my side with a d*ck, it’s pokin’
catch a opp, put his ass in bag like groceries
i pop a perc’ and get all in her kidneys
i’m high as f*ck, now i’m touchin’ the ceiling
i’m havin’ sticks like call of duty missions
these n*ggas ain’t ’bout it, they really be b*tches
had to cut off my dog, i don’t f*ck with that snitchin’
glock on my side when i’m all in the booth
freaky ass b*tch, tryna blow me like soup
i love my glock, this b*tch my friend
but f*ck all that talkin’ ’cause i’m goin’ straight in

- li heat

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