• 标题:Straight To It (Explicit)
  • 歌手:King Von;Fivio Foreign
  • 专辑:What It Means To Be King
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  • 语言:en
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    Straight To It (Explicit) - King Von/Fivio Foreign
    DJ on the beat
    So it's a banger
    Let's get straight to it
    Straight to it
    Ain't tryna talk
    Let's do it
    N***a play crazy in this b***h
    We shootin'
    We shoot
    The opps be sick
    They losin'
    Boom
    All these guns we got
    We use 'em
    He got caught
    That boy was stupid
    He stupid
    Gun got dirty
    Hurry up
    Get a new one
    N***a
    You don't wanna get into it
    Nah
    I was a shorty
    I was poppin' out early
    I was outside slidin' with the Glock 9
    With the Glock 9
    Catch him goin' to school
    It's the right time
    If a n***a don't front your move
    Better pipe down
    Grrah
    Pop me a pill then I bite down
    Six-Double-O
    Real s**t
    Free BiteDown
    Catch a n***a lackin' then we shootin' on sight now
    Now he Can'tGetRight now
    If they come outside and tryna post up then we gon' spin they s**t
    Spin
    We gon' hit they block with a whole hundred shots
    No matter how deep they is
    Get in
    I shoot
    N***as don't shoot
    No kizzy
    Uh-huh
    He cheatin'
    It's gettin' real
    D**n
    Somethin' wrong
    That boy can't miss
    Get caught
    I plead the fifth
    I said that was my last time the last time but I still slid
    I did
    He said he was gon' kill me and my homies
    Look
    Now he real dead
    Now he dead
    Dead
    When them n***as die
    We don't feel bad
    We get 'em real mad
    Yeah
    Get up on live
    Make him real mad
    'Cause we want him real bad
    Got a whole thirty clip for him
    Uh
    You better watch how you get
    'Cause s**t can get lit for him
    When I show him this huh
    Lil' brodie gon' deep on him
    I'ma do what I want
    Ain't no guessin' fivi'
    Got the forty cali' in my jacket proudly
    Boy
    I had to build it then I had to lob it
    You ain't did the shootin' then don't jack about it
    Them n***as fakin' the funk
    I post what I like and I say what I want
    I'm smokin' on opps
    I don't play with no blunts
    I send 'em on drills
    And he ate for the month
    You catchin' bodies and I'm payin' 'em a bunch
    I still get charges 'cause I give him the gun
    So many shots 'cause I hit his guts
    I love my shooter 'cause he ain't give a f**k