Текст BlocBoy JB – Str8 In

Business that come from the studio, hit lil’ ?
at me, cash and shit
What that mean?
Still wanna be ?, nigga (Hitkidd, what it do, man?)

Sharper than a dart, smoking on a fart
Runnin’ up them Simpsons like I’m related to Bart
I was in the stores stealing, ain’t no need to get no cart
And if you run up on my nigga, ayy, what you mean? Bitch, I’ma spark
Hitkidd, what it do? Tell ’em what I do
When we went and pulled that move
That lick was so Gucci that I went and bought the shoes
.30 magazine in my cartridge, my belt Versace, the wallet wit’ it, too
They talking violence, that’s nonsense, what these niggas ’bout?
You the lookout, you ain’t even wanna run up in the house
Let’s take him out to eat, I put that Cracker Barrel to his mouth
Ya’ mans a actor, you ain’t know you got Will Ferrell in yo’ house
Ayy, I like white girls, I got Lindsay and lil’ Sarah in my house
I fuck both of ’em from the back, now guess, who hair I’m pulling out?
Put me in yo’ robbin’ lane, my nigga, this is not the route
We fifty deep with fifty hits, my nigga, you won’t make it out
We glocked up at pop-ups
The feds trying, but a bitch can’t stop us
The opps stuck, the opps fucked
We killed they homie, now them bitches out of luck
Rest in peace yo’ nigga, ’cause I did it to ’em
I just killed a opp, rolled him up in a blunt and sent it to ’em
Bitch, I’m in my box like I was Captain Crunch or Lucky Charms
I just caught a opp, I bet he wish he had a firearm
Give it to a nigga, let off on his bitch, too
Wet the babysitter, I might let off on his kids, too

They fucked
Know what happened to you, stupid ass nigga
Trying walk up on me, dancin’ ass nigga with a gun
Yeah
Uh, oh, hear this shit
Yeah, I heard this, hold on
Uh, clutchin’ on yo’ bitch, clutchin’ on that .5
Clutch forever, bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah