Straight Up Witcha

Im just gone be straight up witcha The way that I grew up I used to ask but I ain't get it Me and bro can't say no names but we was caught eight grade for stealing Filling backpacks up with snacks tryna get it back just to make a living Remember thumbing through them racks from selling snacks and popping benny's Now I'm popping P's Selling P's Everywhere I go I'm spotted on the map I keep a heat Now I'm signed to Q and Quan we rock alone don't need a team We gone rock-out with this chrome and bust a dome if we see green And Ian stopping at no red light if the bread right at the scene Im just being straight up witcha Give my Yung a bag more than yo stash I bet he out to get ya Catch em on yo ass they got yo tags they bout fix the issue Next you on the news It's breaking news car flipped off inna river Ha Ha Ha Ha Yeah we laughing Ha Ha Lul bro got some pressure in he naming it that car Za Told security let em in with nun unless they my guys All my ni**ahs stepping in the clubs with nun but Glock nine's Yeah we stepping in with stupid shit like Bombs , Glocks , and Russian K's If I see a opp send him away allergic to a lame And my youngins bound to step on shit like f*ck it charge it to gang I might go insane what's in my brain you might just catch a flame I won't say no names but me and bro vibes just not the same Yeah I'm loyal to the ones who bring me up and that will never change Smoking exotic my mind is up there with the planes Pussy said that he want war so I'm bringing a tank He gone come outside and see it go in and rethink And all my chopper size Conceited we up and no aiming I just dropped a load on some ice but I ain't cold enough And I been tryna up the price on all this shit since I got older now Ima be straight up witcha Im so used to jacking that I can work a pistol Chopper lumberjack shit like a old man wearing platted denim's And my Glock on David Miller It's gone kickback load and blow a ni**ah And I might show a ni**ah how my kickback down to hoe a ni**ah