STR8 OUTTA CT ft. Mayze Lyrics

You don't got to question my loyalty cuz you know I got it

Shawty always trying to prove a point it low-key got me plotting

Dead prezis on your head

there ain't no way around it

I started from the bottom

now they all applauding

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You speaking deady on my name shots main core

I'm trick-or-treating all my opps busting through the door

And I'm Hella pacific to leave you by the shore

But lil booka in the cut he'll put you on the news

Bending blocks on the daily, but that ain't really you

Brudda give me a call you know I'm sliding through

Lil Homie trying to snake me copy cool

I hang around big vultures that turn you inna food

Never folded and stayed solid That's my uncle nude

When I was in a dark hole ZaRonie stole them shoes

He Pillow talking to a yeek

He must be fruit

56789 10 bundles for my bruddas hit you onna dime

If You ain't talking about the mullah don't waste my time

Walk and turn test I keep the whole gang in line

Last ride I got to take my time

Picture me on the boards

I made it cuz the rhymes

I'm staying solid and chasing after all that's mines

Different Shawty every week they really be my sides

Str8 Outta CT oh wow

You already know what time it is

Aye 600 cal waddup

Uhhhh

I should've listened to what mama told me

Sitting in that cell eating cold baloney

Know them nights, get cold, and lonely

The ones I love disappeared soon as you come from know me

Estimators, trying to turn my noodle into rigatoni

Gotta keep it on me

You know, we follow them guidelines

Trying to creep up on me and now you touching them skylines

It's my time Keep my weapon connected like Wi-Fi

known for that chicken I come with that biscuit with Popeyes

Man, I don't got time for mistakes I gotta make it back

Trying to take the lions out, the jungle hoping they adapt

Man They depending on me to make it because I rap

Get in the way of that mosquito treat you and get you whack

I'm bipolar I get it

I ride sober I'm tripping

Soon as I get the sipping, I'm right back to chilling

I got shit I got to fix and I'm fixing it's time to get it

I got children that need me my shorty said she need a wiggin

Str8 Outta CT oh wow

And you was never there, so why you worried now

Made it through the storm I came out with the loot

Free the YSL and free my thugga to

Slatts moving slimey cuz gunna ratted to

Stay in tune with my feelings I hope you feel them too

I stack my bread to the ceiling, but I be spending too

I stay up off of the railing cuz no one got me through