Straight Thru lyrics

[Verse]
They be like, "Quin, why you never come back to the trenches?"
'Cause, b*tch, I don't gotta go back to the trenches
Go ask all the opps if I rap what I'm living
Shoe box full of knots, I'ma stack to the ceiling
Heard she wanna f*ck me
'Cause I heard that her n*gga ain't f*cked up a sack in a minute
But these b*tches know that lil' Quin tryna f*ck, then he finished
On gang, then it's back to the spinach (Gang, gang)
In her mouth like a dentist
Pop out, shoot his ass, then we clappin' the witness, ayy (Grrah, grrah)
Ayy, in the field like a scrimmage
Don't come with no smoke, we gon' wrap 'em like Christmas (Ayy, on gang)
All my young n*ggas with it
They told me, "Quit stainin', young n*gga, you gifted" (Ayy, ayy)
I'ma box 'fore I pop me a n*gga
You not 'cause you n*ggas is b*tches (On God)
Ayy, don't f*ck with no TECs, boy, this Glock what I'm holdin'
Get popped like a Trojan, it's not what you wanted
Piped your lil' thot, hit the block, then I'm on it
Moon rock got me floatin', get shot for approachin'
No time for a b*tch, I just stack it and grow it
She know how it go 'cause she know how I'm rollin'
Goosing your b*tch, got her hollerin' and moanin'
T’d up in the cat from the night to the morning
Ain't flexin', I'm pressin', they know that I got it
CP3 sh*t, lil' bro strapped with a rocket (Grrah)
Ain't rappin' for clout, b*tch, I'm rappin' for profit
This feature ain't cheap, come and make a deposit (On gang)
My b*tch got a bag like we comin' from shoppin'
f*ck from the back, pull her hair when I'm poppin'
Your b*tch hangin' out like a wall with a stockin'
Been applyin' that smoke, now they want me to stop it
Ayy, you a ho, you the whole police
Came up, now the hoes gon' freak (Gang, gang)
Rollin' 'Woods, this some strong OG
Gassed up and your ho on E (Gang, gang)
Strapped up, Velcro on me
Pull up on em' with a roll on me (Skrrt, skrrt)
Off black in a four door deep
Big Glock in the stolo seat (Grrah)
Pop like a pill, tell 'em, "Don't OD"
On ten when I'm solo D (Solo D)
Play 'round, lay him down, let the .44 speak
Broke hoes do the most on me (On me)
You n*ggas vegans, I swear y'all don't want no beef
Y'all n*ggas be oh so sweet
Ayy, how you wanna be cuffed up with a n*gga and you f*cked on my bro low-key? (Uh)
These n*ggas hate it
You seen the look on they faces when they seen a young n*gga make it
But that's motivation, got all my sh*t to the fullest
Don't give me the chance, I'ma take it
No time for the waitin', my young n*ggas strapped like the Haitians
Be quiet 'cause he still on probation and I'm tryna chase it
The coupe that we got really came with no top like the motherf*cker naked
[Outro]
Like the motherf*cker naked
Lil' bro on probation, pull over the four, hoppin' out if he chase it