[Chorus]
Keepin' it straight, huh, huh
Keepin' it straight, huh, huh
Keepin' it straight, huh, huh
Keepin' it straight, huh, huh
My gun automatic I'm keepin' it straight
I'm all 'bout aesthetic
I can't hide your weight
I'm brand new on fabric, I look like Aladdin, I got me a Jasmine up in my estate
Huh, huh, keepin' it straight
Huh, huh, pullin' my weight
Huh, huh, I look like magic
Huh, huh, got like five rings
I ain't got time for none of your bullshit
[?] that way you not pullin' shit
All designer all my couch is my cushions
When I step out I need me a full kit
[Verse]
I'm finna pump
Out of town I cam from the muck
Fuck around this shit isn't luck
Ran for miles to get me a buck
Huh, need me a bunch
Crocodile you pussies is lunch
Out of style your [?] wasn't much
Out of time because I'm finna crush
I am a marksman, I am a shooter
Talk of the town, you get hit with my Ruger
I'm finna tell you some shit that don't do
All that shit I don't stay on computers
Drivin' the ghost I'ma chase and then haunt you
It's your day off, Ferris Beuller
I'ma sprayer, like I'm puking
What you say, like the ruler
Rockin' design
'Cause I make it mine
All on my grind
To live by the wine
I'm on the chase I'm tip-toein' a lot
I'm praying for grace [?]
I get it and go, get like 50 a show
Got a gun in my tote and it' matchin' my ride, huh
Keepin' it straight, huh, huh
Keepin' it straight, huh, huh
Keepin' it straight, huh, huh
Keepin' it straight, huh, huh
My gun automatic I'm keepin' it straight
I'm all 'bout aesthetic
I can't hide your weight
I'm brand new on fabric, I look like Aladdin, I got me a Jasmine up in my estate
Huh, huh, keepin' it straight
Huh, huh, pullin' my weight
Huh, huh, I look like magic
Huh, huh, got like five rings
I ain't got time for none of your bullshit
[?] that way you not pullin' shit
All designer all my couch is my cushions
When I step out I need me a full kit
[Verse]
I'm finna pump
Out of town I cam from the muck
Fuck around this shit isn't luck
Ran for miles to get me a buck
Huh, need me a bunch
Crocodile you pussies is lunch
Out of style your [?] wasn't much
Out of time because I'm finna crush
I am a marksman, I am a shooter
Talk of the town, you get hit with my Ruger
I'm finna tell you some shit that don't do
All that shit I don't stay on computers
Drivin' the ghost I'ma chase and then haunt you
It's your day off, Ferris Beuller
I'ma sprayer, like I'm puking
What you say, like the ruler
Rockin' design
'Cause I make it mine
All on my grind
To live by the wine
I'm on the chase I'm tip-toein' a lot
I'm praying for grace [?]
I get it and go, get like 50 a show
Got a gun in my tote and it' matchin' my ride, huh
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