NLE Choppa
Going Str8 In, Pt. 3
[Intro: Lil Zay]
They like, "Damn, he came back with 3"
(Damn, son, where'd you find this?)

[Chorus: Lil Zay]
They like "Damn, he came back with 3," uh
Bitch, we took over the streets (Bitch, we took over the streets)
If a n***a don't like me, bitch, we can meet, yeah (We can meet)
Or we gon' pull up where he be (Or we gon' pull up)
High up, n***a, and I'm only eighteen (Yeah)
You see these racks bustin' out my jeans
Big Backwoods, I done turned to a fiend (I done turned to a fiend)
I'm deep in the field with no cleats (Ayy, with no cleats)
I want me an M, won't stop 'til I get it (Ayy)
We gun 'em down, leave no witness (Leave no witness)
Load up the rounds, go handle they business, yeah (Go handle they business)
Lots of guap, bitch, I got plenty (Yeah)
If he play, put one in his fitted (Put one in his fitted)
Get the Drac', put one in his kidney
These n***as lame, they gossip like some bitches (They lame)
My dick in they mouth, yeah, I'm who they mention

[Verse 1: Lil Zay]
Hold on, wait, I heard a n***a say they want smoke (Say they want smoke)
Yeah, we gon' pull up on 'em, hit 'em with the pole (Boom-boom-boom)
Fuck it, might as well kick the door (Might as well kick the door)
Lame-ass n***a pillow talkin' to these hoes (Ayy)
Them the same n***as gon' get put on swole (Gon' get put on swole)
Lame-ass n***a hatin' 'cause they really broke (Lame-ass n***a)
I'm the only young n***a gettin' a rack for a show (Gettin' a rack for a show)
Got the streets on lock, n***a, with no code (No code)
And I won't respond to you n***as on the internet (On the internet)
That's the same shit that's gon' get you n***as whacked (Get you n***as whacked)
Shoot up the car, put that bitch on flat
He won't see tomorrow, put two in his back (Ayy)
I'm a fly young n***a, no jetlag (No jetlag)
Hit her from the back while I'm counting up backends
Pullin' out her hair, she gon' need some new tracks in (New tracks in)
She wanna cuff, but the bitch too ratchet (She too ratchet)
I turn dope to money, that's magic (That's magic)
Fresh as fuck like I hopped out a casket (Like I hopped out a casket)
I'm really havin' this shit, I ain't braggin' (I ain't braggin')
Don't ask for no feature, I'm taxin' (I'm taxin', n***a)
If he flex too hard, we gon' jack him (We gon' jack him)
Try to get tough, my n***a gon' smash him
Young n***a shit, comin' straight out of Jackson
[Chorus: Lil Zay]
They like "Damn, he came back with 3," uh
Bitch, we took over the streets (Bitch, we took over the streets)
If a n***a don't like me, bitch, we can meet, yeah (We can meet)
Or we gon' pull up where he be (Or we gon' pull up)
High up, n***a, and I'm only eighteen (Yeah)
You see these racks bustin' out my jeans
Big Backwoods, I done turned to a fiend (I done turned to a fiend)
I'm deep in the field with no cleats (Ayy, with no cleats)
I want me an M, won't stop 'til I get it (Ayy)
We gun 'em down, leave no witness (Leave no witness)
Load up the rounds, go handle they business, yeah (Go handle they business)
Lots of guap, bitch, I got plenty (Yeah)
If he play, put one in his fitted (Put one in his fitted)
Get the Drac', put one in his kidney
These n***as lame, they gossip like some bitches (They lame)
My dick in they mouth, yeah, I'm who they mention

[Verse 2: NLE Choppa]
Mask on, gloves tight, where the opps at?
My bitch got the drop where the spot at
Pull up and you know we gon' pop it
Hundred deep with the gang like a moshpit (Yeah)
Just like the garbage, you know that we dumpin'
Yeah, I'm the shooter, but you know I'm thumpin'
Them bullets go wild, you know that they jumpin'
Two drums on the chopper, we shootin' a hundred
Retired for fighting, hit him with the stick
Rob him out his money, we hittin' them licks
And just like a bomb, I'm ready to tick
The Glock on my hip, it poke out my 'fit
Slam on an opp, call that LeBron James
Two Glocks on me with a Drac' thing
Check the forecast, n***a, I'ma make it rain
All-white Louis suit like cocaine
Shotta Fam, the gang, you run up, get whacked
My shooters behind me, they watchin' my back
I'm slidin' in traffic, the Glock in my lap
N***a move wrong, he gonna get smacked
Big dog on a n***a like a Great Dane (Rrr)
Finessin' and stretchin', we leaving a stain (Gang)
[Outro: NLE Choppa]
Bitch (Gang), gang (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch-ass n***a, NLE shit, hah
Shotta Fam or scram, ho