Lyrics : Dayvon Bennett/Maxie Lee Ryles III
Music : Dayvon Bennett/Maxie Lee Ryles III
[Intro]
DJ on the beat, so it's a banger
[Chorus: King Von]
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 (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 ain't wanna get into it (Nah, nah)
Let's get straight to it (Let's do 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 (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 ain't wanna get into it (Nah, nah)
[Verse 1: King Von]
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, this the right time
If a nigga don't front your move, better pipe down
Pop me a pill then I bite down
Six-Double-O, real shit, free BiteDown
Catch a nigga lackin', 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
We gon' hit they block with a whole hundred shots
No matter how deep they is
I shoot, niggas don't shoot, no kizzy (Uh-huh)
He cheatin', it's gettin' real
Somethin' wrong, that boy can't miss (Uh-huh)
Get caught, I plead the fifth
I said that was my last time the last time but I still slid
He said he was gon' kill me and my homies
Nigga, he lookin' real 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 done him real bad (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
[Chorus: King Von]
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 (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 ain't wanna get into it (Nah, nah)
Let's get straight to it (Let's do 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 (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 ain't wanna get into it (Nah, nah)
[Verse 2: Fivio Foreign]
Got a whole hunnid clip for him
Finna watch how you get, 'cause shit get lit for him
When I show him this shit, lil' brodie gon' dump on him
I'ma do what I want, ain't no guessin' Fivi'
Got the forty cali' in my jacket pockets
Boy, I had to build it then I [?]
You ain't did the drill then don't jack about it
Them niggas fake as ****, I post what I like and I say what I want
Smokin' on opps, I don't play with no blunts
I send 'em on drills, I be waiting for the month
You catchin' bodies and [?]
I still get charges 'cause I came with a gun
So many shots 'cause I hit his guts
I love my shooter 'cause he ain't give a ****
[Chorus: King Von]
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 (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 ain't wanna get into it (Nah, nah)
Let's get straight to it (Let's do 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 (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 ain't wanna get into it (Nah, nah)