Going Str8 In, Pt. 3 lyrics

[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
b*tch, we took over the streets (b*tch, we took over the streets)
If a n*gga don't like me, b*tch, we can meet, yeah (We can meet)
Or we gon' pull up where he be (Or we gon' pull up)
High up, n*gga, 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, b*tch, 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*ggas lame, they gossip like some b*tches (They lame)
My di*k in they mouth, yeah, I'm who they mention

[Verse 1: Lil Zay]
Hold on, wait, I heard a n*gga say they want smoke (Say they want smoke)
Yeah, we gon' pull up on 'em, hit 'em with the pole (Boom-boom-boom)
f*ck it, might as well kick the door (Might as well kick the door)
Lame-ass n*gga pillow talkin' to these hoes (Ayy)
Them the same n*ggas gon' get put on swole (Gon' get put on swole)
Lame-ass n*gga hatin' 'cause they really broke (Lame-ass n*gga)
I'm the only young n*gga gettin' a rack for a show (Gettin' a rack for a show)
Got the streets on lock, n*gga, with no code (No code)
And I won't respond to you n*ggas on the internet (On the internet)
That's the same sh*t that's gon' get you n*ggas whacked (Get you n*ggas whacked)
Shoot up the car, put that b*tch on flat
He won't see tomorrow, put two in his back (Ayy)
I'm a fly young n*gga, 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 b*tch too ratchet (She too ratchet)
I turn dope to money, that's magic (That's magic)
Fresh as f*ck like I hopped out a casket (Like I hopped out a casket)
I'm really havin' this sh*t, I ain't braggin' (I ain't braggin')
Don't ask for no feature, I'm taxin' (I'm taxin', n*gga)
If he flex too hard, we gon' jack him (We gon' jack him)
Try to get tough, my n*gga gon' smash him
Young n*gga sh*t, comin' straight out of Jackson
[Chorus: Lil Zay]
They like "Damn, he came back with 3," uh
b*tch, we took over the streets (b*tch, we took over the streets)
If a n*gga don't like me, b*tch, we can meet, yeah (We can meet)
Or we gon' pull up where he be (Or we gon' pull up)
High up, n*gga, 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, b*tch, 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*ggas lame, they gossip like some b*tches (They lame)
My di*k in they mouth, yeah, I'm who they mention

[Verse 2: NLE Choppa]
Mask on, gloves tight, where the opps at?
My b*tch 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*gga, 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*gga move wrong, he gonna get smacked
Big dog on a n*gga like a Great Dane (Rrr)
Finessin' and stretchin', we leaving a stain (Gang)
[Outro: NLE Choppa]
b*tch (Gang), gang (Yeah, yeah)
b*tch-ass n*gga, NLE sh*t, hah
Shotta Fam or scram, ho