Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Straight Thru , by - Quin Nfn. Release date: 08.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Straight Thru |
| They be like Quin, why you never come back to the trenches |
| Cause bitch I don’t gotta go back to the trenches |
| Go asks all the opps if I rap what I’m living |
| Shoebox full of knots, Ima stack to the ceiling |
| Heard she wanna fuck me |
| Cause I heard that a nigga ain’t fucked up a sac in a minute |
| But these bitches know that lil Quin trynna fuck then he finish |
| On gang then its back to the spinach |
| Dick in her mouth like a dentist |
| Pop out, shoot his ass then we clappin and winning |
| In the field like a scrimmage |
| Don’t come with no smoke, we gon wrap em like Christmas (on gang) |
| All my young niggas with it, they told me quit staining |
| Young nigga you gifted, aye aye |
| Imma box before I pop me a nigga |
| You not cause you niggas is bitches |
| Don’t fuck with no text boy, this Glock what I’m holding |
| Get popped like a trojan, it’s not what you wanted |
| Piped your lil thot, hit the block then I’m on it |
| Moon rock got me floating, get shot for approaching |
| No time for a bitch, I’m just stack it and grow it |
| She know how it go, cause she know how I’m rolling |
| Goosing your bitch, got her hollering and moaning |
| Tee’d up in the cat, from the night to the morning |
| Ain’t flexing, im pressing they know that I got it |
| Cp3 shit, lil bro strapped with a rocket |
| Ain’t rapping for clout, bitch I’m rapping for profit |
| This feature ain’t cheap, come and make a deposit |
| My bitch got a bag, like we coming from shopping |
| Fuck from the back, pull her hair while I’m poppin |
| Your bitch hanging, out like a wall with the stockings |
| Been applying that smoke, now they want me to stop it |
| Aye you the hoe, you the hoe police |
| Came up now the hoes gon' freak |
| Ain’t rubbing woods since some strong OG |
| Gassed up, and your hoe on eat |
| Bitch strapped, up velcro on me |
| Pull up on em with a roll on me |
| All black, in a four door deep |
| Big Glock in the stolo seat |
| Pop em like a pill tell em don’t OD |
| On ten when I’m solo D |
| Play around like I’m down like a four-four speed |
| Broke hoes do the most, on me |
| You niggas vegans I swear y’all don’t want no beef |
| Y’all niggas be oh so sweet |
| How you wanna be cuffed up with a nigga, and you fucked on my bro lowkey |
| These niggas hate it |
| You seen the look on they faces |
| When they seen a young nigga make it |
| But thas motivation, got on my shit to the fullest |
| Don’t give me the chance, Imma take it |
| No time for the waiting, my young niggas strapped like the Haitians |
| Be quiet cause he still on probation, and I’m tryna chase it |
| The coup that we got, really came with no top, like the motherfucker naked |