St8 2 it Lyrics

Let me get straight to it

How can I fake losing

Taking all my energy, like damn, I can't even waste movements

Yeah, let me get straight to it

Let me get, uh, uh, uh

Let me get straight to it

Let me get, uh, let me get, uh

Let me get straight to the rack

And if I leave I ain't coming back, Pulling her hair in the tracks

She hate me so damn much like damn, can't even run it back

But I still love you though

I'ma see you at the front of my shows

Brain so good like AP Honor Roll

Like how did it get that good? Oh shit you was practicing

Matter of fact go back with them, I don't want to hear no accidents

Lying to my face like baby damn, I thought you was abstinent

Everybody got they own lies, I don't want no soul ties

Let me get straight to it

How can I fake losing

Taking all my energy, like damn, I can't even waste movements

Yeah, let me get straight to it

Let me get, uh, uh, uh

Let me get straight to it

Let me get, uh, let me get

Let me get straight to it

Real sack pusher, I never got no fake to it

Bitches roll they ass when I tell them that I make music

They like, boy, stop playing, get out my face

Well I'ma take my money, my case, And you never see this face again

Talking bout ion make no music, well bitch, yeah, I guess I don't

One day I'ma be famous, but you blocked, guess you'll never know

This is just example, boy, don't talk to me, I air it out

He say he catching bullets, okay, bet, I'll make you run route

Okay talk to me real quick

Niggas spending years for perfection, man, I press skip

I don't want to hear about no cheers or no questions

Bitch, I'm shifting gears, hear my muffler, bitches ruffling

Calling me temptation, nigga, I ain't even David Ruffin

I don't know how many clips I got, just shoot until it's nothing

Momma said I'm one and one, I think she right though

Cause every nigga I face up against, it seem like they ain't there

Shorty said that she don't fuck with me, well, bitch, I don't care

Talking like he gonna do that shit, well, man, you know he scared

If I really pulled up on your block, I wouldn't miss shit

Brody kept on shooting up that chop until he heard

Click, click, nigga

Click, click, nigga

Yeah, he talking all that shit, but he a bitch, nigga

Why your girl look better than mine? Nah, switch nigga

Let's get straight to the rack

Let's get straight to the rack, bitch

Let's go straight to the rack

Let's go straight to the, yeah

Let's go straight to the rack, bitch

Let's go straight to the rack, let's go straight to the

Yeah

Let's get straight to

Bitch, let's get straight to

I don't wanna talk that shit, just straight to it

Straight to it

Straight to it