Str8 Hot Lyrics

Nigga I'm way too high I'm gone

Right now I can't pick up the phone

Pipe down little nigga better watch your tone

Mama told me boy you must think you grown

Chopper on me do a fuck nigga wrong

I told my nigga go long

Big pistol hit him send him up like a drone

Ain't no magic tricks or riddles nigga I'm on

Nigga I'm straight hot

Right now, I'm trying to count up a knot right now

Drive the Benz off the lot right now

I'm popping hot grease out the pot right now

Hit the road, had to go out of town

New video for the Same Route

They started dropping soon as it came out

They like the style so they copy the sound

But nigga you can't

Fuck it I'm sipping this drink 'til I faint

No hot dog, big Franks

I made the wave nigga go check the dates

Big Huncho like I'm lifting weights

Big ratchet no clank, this whip ain't got plates

Chopper on me you know this ain't no shank

Your whip old ass hell that bitch can't even crank

That nigga say he got a zip but I'm straight

I'm smoking exotic this shit right here dank

Big bullets no blanks

Big wood no plank

Big gas, it stank

Big cash in the bank

Let the whole city know I'm lit

He act like a hoe that nigga straight bitch

Brand new stick came with the switch

Bentley, Audi, Range, which one imma pick

Nigga I'm way too high I'm gone

Right now I can't pick up the phone

Pipe down little nigga better watch your tone

Mama told me boy you must think you grown

Chopper on me do a fuck nigga wrong

I told my nigga go long

Big pistol hit him send him up like a drone

Ain't no magic tricks or riddles nigga I'm on

And ain't no nigga pressing me, Big Huncho ride 'bout that LMT

Murda Team Murda Team we got that recipe

I can't let none of these bitch niggas step on me

Get to the riches nigga that's my destiny

I'm up all night no ecstasy

Had to put the rap game in a pedigree

Fuck nigga can't stand next to me let him know I wrote my legacy

Don't know the hoe, say she had sex with me

Now she faking her pregnancy

I just pulled up with my ex with me

She still dreaming 'bout some shit that will never be

No bitch it'll never be shit

Can't fight right now, got a flight at six

Pack touchdown, run it out, Mike Vick

Tell these broke ass niggas get off my dick

Nigga I'm way too high I'm gone

Right now I can't pick up the phone

Pipe down little nigga better watch your tone

Mama told me boy you must think you grown

Chopper on me do a fuck nigga wrong

I told my nigga go long

Big pistol hit him send him up like a drone

Ain't no magic tricks or riddles nigga I'm on

Nigga I'm straight hot