STRAIGHT UP lyrics
by Dro Kenji
[Intro]
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
[Chorus]
Smokin' gas all day, huh (Gas all day)
Run to the racks like a NASCAR race, ho
I'm high as f*ck, not lazy (Not lazy)
I'm pretty sure I'm the hardest n*gga, these f*ck n*ggas all pump-fake
I'm pretty sure she want the type of n*gga that just play with money all day (All day)
And I'm pretty sure that I'm the type of n*gga that just dive in the bread
Play with the stacks
This pistol on me put a opp on his back
f*ck the upper hand, keep a hunnid stacks
Lil' pistol turn a pus*y to a sack
f*cked a ho and I ain't do no double-backs
Keep on pushin', turn my feelings to a band
I won't miss her, took a trip like Peter Pan
I won't miss, I'm aimin' straight up at the head (At the head)
[Verse]
When I'm lonely, I think I'm at my best
Can't get lost in the void, I'm high on meds
f*cked a b*tch and she boosted my tolerance
I been runnin' from love, I ain't hidin' it
Woah, why would I—? Woah, really, woah, why would I give a f*ck? (Give a f*ck)
Woah, don't cross this, like, "Back the f*ck up" (Back the f*ck up)
[Chorus]
Smokin' gas all day, huh (Gas all day)
Run to the racks like a NASCAR race, ho
I'm high as f*ck, not lazy (Not lazy)
I'm pretty sure I'm the hardest n*gga, these f*ck n*ggas all pump-fake
I'm pretty sure she want the type of n*gga that just play with money all day (All day)
And I'm pretty sure that I'm the type of n*gga that just dive in the bread
Play with the stacks
This pistol on me put a opp on his back
f*ck the upper hand, keep a hunnid stacks
Lil' pistol turn a pus*y to a sack
f*cked a ho and I ain't do no double-backs
Keep on pushin', turn my feelings to a band
I won't miss her, took a trip like Peter Pan
I won't miss, I'm aimin' straight up at the head (At the head)
[Open Verse]
[Chorus]
Smokin' gas all day, huh (Gas all day)
Run to the racks like a NASCAR race, ho
I'm high as f*ck, not lazy (Not lazy)
I'm pretty sure I'm the hardest n*gga, these f*ck n*ggas all pump-fake
I'm pretty sure she want the type of n*gga that just play with money all day (All day)
And I'm pretty sure that I'm the type of n*gga that just dive in the bread
Play with the stacks
This pistol on me put a opp on his back
f*ck the upper hand, keep a hunnid stacks
Lil' pistol turn a pus*y to a sack
f*cked a ho and I ain't do no double-backs
Keep on pushin', turn my feelings to a band
I won't miss her, took a trip like Peter Pan
I won't miss, I'm aimin' straight up at the head (At the head)