Straight To Hell

(Wooskii, I think we got one) ayy 2-1, Gzzz, huh, Jzzz, uh-huh Yeah, yeah, 2-1, nigga 2-1, nigga, ayy Ayy, I just left Scrib Shotta with one hand, I damn near broke my left wrist Pull up to my block unannounced, ain't gotta check-in (ain't gotta check-in) Yeah, Seventh Street baby Hop out the porch with Smith & Wesson, not no .380 Not one human on this block, Blood, this street mainey Yeah, don't slide down Seventh Street too fast, Blood, this street janky All he heard was seven (ah-rah) and three Drakeys Yeah, that's a lot of shots Was just an adolescent when they stretched him, ooh, his mama hot Can't do what I wanna do to 'em, they gon' call the cops Can't even lie, I'm hella bougie, threw a hundred shots in all my chops Do 'em and all the Glocks, dribbled on all my opps Was on that block like it was good and they all got popped Caught 'em loafin' right by M&Ms, I was on that with Ra Yeah, but free Maxx and Baby Maxx Tinted up, plus it's poles in here, can't drive Mercedes fast Got too much bag to slide, but I could drop a payment on his ass Used to be broke, but I'm dropping what he bangin', so it's bad Yeah, yeah, suited up to go and suit and tie a nigga Yeah, yeah, been told on, shit got me scared to slide with niggas Could leave the Glock and bring the chop, it don't matter, it's my decision The sucker called me with a rat, I think these niggas fine with snitchin' Yeah, yeah, think I'm too paranoid, I heard a noise and damn near dropped shots He making songs like he on that, really, I'm the top opp That last opp that tried to pop it on the 'Gram got popped On any type of time you niggas on, can't say the hots not Fly straps when I mob They ain't spinnin' over there, they got the ones that came before 'em disappointed When it's twenty fullies comin' at one time, you can't avoid 'em Straight to hell with my 2-1's, I know exactly where I'm going Yeah, yeah, shit, all these voices in my head gettin' annoying Yeah, yeah, G block baby, tell me we ain't scorin' Yeah, yeah, bougie, I ain't in that load if it ain't foreign Yeah, yeah, R.I.P., he KO'd without the snorin' And be sure to pay attention when you spinnin', that's important Look, ayy, I think I'm worse than Satan Droppin' bodies in the streets, my mom stressin', been hurtin' her lately Before I spin with goofy niggas, I'll purge with the babies Too big to slide with lil' gadgets, I'm purgin' with Drakey The first one outrageous, but when you catch that second one you strong enough to take it Don't bring my name up in no murders, Blood, I didn't spank him They say I drove that young man to slide, I didn't take him Nigga, free the thugs