Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Straight To It, artist - King Von. Date of issue: 03.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Straight To It |
| Pop me a pill then I bite down |
| Six-Double-O, real shit, free BiteDown |
| Catch a nigga lackin' then we shootin' on sight now |
| He got caught, now he Can’tGetRight now (Boom, boom, boom) |
| If they come outside and tryna post up then we gon' spin they shit (Spin, spin) |
| We gon' hit they block with a whole hundred shots (Grrah) |
| No matter how deep they is (Get in, get in) |
| I shoot, niggas don’t shoot, no kizzy (Uh-huh) |
| He cheatin', it’s gettin' real (Damn, damn) |
| Somethin' wrong, that boy can’t miss (Uh-huh) |
| Get caught, I plead the fifth (Boom, boom, boom) |
| 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 niggas die, we don’t feel bad (Uh-huh) |
| We get 'em real mad (Yeah, yeah) |
| Get up on live, make him real mad (Grrah, grrah) |
| 'Cause we want him real bad (Grrah, grrah, grrah) |
| Let’s get straight to it (Straight to it) |
| Ain’t tryna talk, let’s do it (Let's do it) |
| Nigga play crazy in this bitch, we shootin' (We shoot) |
| The opps be sick, they losin' (Boom, boom) |
| All these guns we got, we use 'em (We use 'em) |
| He got caught, that boy was stupid (He stupid) |
| Gun got dirty, hurry up, get a new one (Get a new one) |
| Nigga, you don’t wanna get into it (Nah, nah) |
| Let’s get straight to it (Straight to it) |
| Ain’t tryna talk, let’s do it (Let's do it) |
| Nigga play crazy in this bitch, we shootin' (We shoot) |
| The opps be sick, they losin' (Boom, boom) |
| All these guns we got, we use 'em (We use 'em) |
| He got caught, that boy was stupid (He stupid) |
| Gun got dirty, hurry up, get a new one (Get a new one) |
| Nigga, you don’t wanna get into it (Nah, nah) |
| Got a whole thirty clip for him, uh |
| You better watch how you get, 'cause shit can get lit for him, uh |
| When I show him this huh, lil' brodie gon' deep on him, uh |
| 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 niggas 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 fuck |
| Let’s get straight to it (Straight to it) |
| Ain’t tryna talk, let’s do it (Let's do it) |
| Nigga play crazy in this bitch, we shootin' (We shoot) |
| The opps be sick, they losin' (Boom, boom) |
| All these guns we got, we use 'em (We use 'em) |
| He got caught, that boy was stupid (He stupid) |
| Gun got dirty, hurry up, get a new one (Get a new one) |
| Nigga, you don’t wanna get into it (Nah, nah) |
| Let’s get straight to it (Straight to it) |
| Ain’t tryna talk, let’s do it (Let's do it) |
| Nigga play crazy in this bitch, we shootin' (We shoot) |
| The opps be sick, they losin' (Boom, boom) |
| All these guns we got, we use 'em (We use 'em) |
| He got caught, that boy was stupid (He stupid) |
| Gun got dirty, hurry up, get a new one (Get a new one) |
| Nigga, you don’t wanna get into it (Nah, nah) |