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letra de going str8 in part 2 - lil zay

[intro]
i’m goin’ straight in, part two (goin’ straight in, part two)
ayy, [?] ([?])
so i’m finna get to ’em (finna get to ’em)
ayy (ayy)

[chorus]
my n-ggas, they takin’ sh-t like deebo
move wrong, shoot him like a free throw
sn-tchin’ everythin’, leave you wit’ zero (leave you wit’ zero)
turnt up, b-tch, i’m back in beast mode (beast mode)
if he play, he get hit with a hollow [?] clip in the neck, no [?] rondo (no [?] rondo)
in chicago, gotta go get the [?]
sippin’ on hi-tech, no [?]
leave you wit’ zero like [?]
i f-ck in your ho, in your bit’ too
see, i’m [?] in the back while i’m countin’ up
we stack, havin’ racks, they mad at that
finesse for that sack, b-tch, give it up
he say he gon’ run up, well, try ya luck
thеse bullets gon’ fly, you bettеr duck
i be so d-mn high, i’m high as f-ck (ayy, ayy)

[verse 1]
i got too many hoes, can’t trip up with thots (can’t trip up with thots)
hottest youngin, b-tch, i gotta stay hot (b-tch, i gotta stay hot)
they askin’ me when i’ma drop (when i’ma drop)
them other n-ggas thought i wouldn’t pop (that i wouldn’t pop)
i came in the game, got this sh-t on lock (on lock)
i thought they wanted to see a n-gga block (ayy, ayy)
but somehow, b-tch, i’m still on top (ayy)
droppin’ back to back, this sh-t never stop
ayy, my diamonds on froze, neck so cold, i’m strapped wit’ that pole
these n-ggas ain’t know what i’m on
they got me back in my zone
stupid ho blowin’ my phone (stupid ho blowin’ my phone)
she just won’t leave me alone (she just won’t leave me alone)
hit it one time, then i’m gone
i know i did the b-tch wrong, but f-ck it
she wanna argue, i ain’t got time for fussin’ (i ain’t got time for fussin’)
this sh-t that i’m smokin’ so [?] (ayy)
if he run up, like a toilet, we [?] him (we [?] him)
these bullets gon’ burn like [?] (like [?])
hit ’em three times, make ’em [?] (ayy, [?])
big check like some [?] ([?])
[?], here wit’ thunder
after that, we posted up on the corner
[chorus]
my n-ggas, they takin’ sh-t like deebo
move wrong, shoot him like a free throw
sn-tchin’ everythin’, leave you wit’ zero (leave you wit’ zero)
turnt up, b-tch, i’m back in beast mode (ayy)
if he play, he get hit with a hollow [?] clip in the [?], no [?] rondo (no [?] rondo)
in chicago, gotta go get the [?]
sippin’ on hi-tech, no [?]
leave you wit’ zero like [?]
i f-ck in your ho, in your bit’ too
see, i’m [?] in the back while i’m countin’ up
we stack, havin’ racks, they mad at that
finesse for that sack, b-tch, give it up
he say he gon’ run up, well, try ya luck
these bullets gon’ fly, you better duck
i be so d-mn high, i’m high as f-ck (ayy)

[verse 2]
remember these days we was starvin’
kickin’ doors, stealin’ tvs outta’ apartments
now i count hundreds and fifties, no dollar
if a n-gga run up, then we gon’ pop him (we gon’ pop him)
we ain’t finna do none of that arguin’ (uh, uh)
hop in the booth, then i go retarted (i go retarted)
smokin’ gas like some [?] (some [?])
and i’m poppin’, n-gga, no color
i mean, i’m poppin, no popcorn (popcorn)
if you [?], we gon’ [?] (we gon’ [?])
got a state, a [?] like the [?]
in my city, n-ggas dyin’, i ain’t goin’ for it
ayy, and i’m drippin’ sauce, no hot sauce (no hot sauce)
man, on my sh-t, got ’em p-ssed (got ’em p-ssed off)
young n-gga sh-t screamin’ f-ck the laws
suck a n-gga ’til her jawn lock (uh)
ever since i started rappin’, all these hoes gettin’ attached
but f-ck it, i just want a bag, i’m tryna count up these racks (i’m tryna count up these racks)
i came up in the trap for real (in the trap)
started rappin’, turnt up my first deal (ayy)
know what they say, boy, you gon’ get k!lled (ayy, ayy)
chopper bullets heat you up like a [?]
hold up, i think i might pop me a pill (pill)
they watchin’ me, i got a feel (feel)
b-tch, i’m strapped up like a seat (like a seat)
head to top and pour me a [?] (pour a [?])
drop the top, they gon’ pick up your b-tch (your b-tch)
i’m a young n-gga, like to pop sh-t (ayy)
make a diss, then we gon’ send a blitz (ayy, ayy)
them shooters gon’ [?] like a pic, woah
ayy, beam sittin’ right on top your nose
[?], we gon’ leave his ass broke
these n-ggas just actin’ don’t really want smoke (don’t really want smoke)
if i run down on ’em, gon’ catch the holy [?]
ayy, b-tch, i be clean, head to toe
flow so sick, think i got a cold
finna break in the game, n-gga, no cheat code
[outro]
ayy, ayy (ayy, ayy)
i’m back (i’m back)
i’m goin’ straight in (i’m goin’ straight in), part two (part two)
ayy, ayy
ayy, hold on, gang

- lil zay

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