Straight To It Lyrics by King Von ft. Fivio Foreign is latest English song with music also given by Chopsquad DJ. Straight To It song lyrics are written by Chopsquad DJ, Fivio Foreign & King Von.
Straight To It Song Detail
| Song Name: | Straight To It |
| Singer: | King Von, Fivio Foreign |
| Composer: | Chopsquad DJ |
| Lyrics by: | Chopsquad DJ, Fivio Foreign, King Von |
Straight To It Lyrics
Dj on the beat, so it’s a banger!
Let’s get straight to it (straight to it)
Ain’t tryna talk, let’s do it (let’s do it)
Ni**a play crazy in this bi**h, 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)
Ni**a, 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)
Ni**a play crazy in this bi**h, 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)
Ni**a, you don’t wanna get into it (nah, nah)
I was a shorty, I was poppin’ out early
I was outside slidin’ with the glock .9 (with the glock .9)
Catch him goin’ to school, it’s the right time (it’s the right time)
If a ni**a don’t front your move, better pipe down (grrah, grrah)
Pop me a pill then I bite down
Six-double-o, real s**t, free bitedown
Catch a ni**a 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 s**t (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, ni**as 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 ni**as 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)
Ni**a play crazy in this bi**h, 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)
Ni**a, 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)
Ni**a play crazy in this bi**h, 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)
Ni**a, you don’t wanna get into it (nah, nah)
Got a whole thirty clip for him, uh
You better watch how you get, ’cause s**t 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 ni**as 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 f**k
Let’s get straight to it (straight to it)
Ain’t tryna talk, let’s do it (let’s do it)
Ni**a play crazy in this bi**h, 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)
Ni**a, 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)
Ni**a play crazy in this bi**h, 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)
Ni**a, you don’t wanna get into it (nah, nah)