Straight To It

Lyrics
[Intro] (Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit) Yeah [Chorus] Shut up, let's fuck, huh Straight to the point, I'm gettin' straight to it Shut up, let's fuck Ain't no Netflix, ain't tryna chill, bitch [Verse 1] We can get it on the floor (Floor) or get it in a ride (Ride) Wherever you wanna go, I got you, I'm that type of guy Yeah, I'm gon' cream that pie (Uh-huh), huh, like my bitches bi, huh (Uh-huh) Knowin' I'm doin' my shit because you rollin' back your eyes (Yeah, yeah) Hop on top that dick (Okay), baby, ride that shit, huh (Okay) Open up her mouth (Yeah), now we swappin' spit (Yeah) She want me to pay up bills, I say, "No deal," she get this picklе (Yeah) Like my bitch is red and ratchеt, I break that dick off in GloRilla (GloRilla) [Chorus] Shut up, let's fuck, huh Straight to the point, I'm gettin' straight to it Shut up, let's fuck Ain't no Netflix, ain't tryna chill, bitch [Verse 2] I say, "Woah, woah" (I say, "Woah"), baby, body goals (Baby, goals) Slim thick, pretty bitch, Rubi Rose, mm (I got that Ghost) She gon' blow my whistle like a coach (She on go) Told her, "Head, shoulder, knees," touch your toes" (Touch your toes) Yeah, head, shoulder, knees, touch your toes (Touch your toes) Huh, and if she don't fuck me, she gon' fuck my bro (Yeah) I'm a gangster, if we fuck, nobody gon' know (Mm, mm, mm) I whip your macaroni like it's on the stove (Woah, woah) [Bridge] I whip your macaroni like it's on the stove (Head, shoulder, knees, touch your toes) I whip your macaroni like it's on the stove (Head, shoulder, knees, touch your toes) I whip your macaroni like it's on the stove (Head, shoulder, knees, touch your toes) I whip your macaroni like it's on the stove (Go and shake that ass to show your mama made a ho, ayy) [Chorus] Shut up, let's fuck, huh Straight to the point, I'm gettin' straight to it Shut up, let's fuck Ain't no Netflix, ain't tryna chill, bitch (Chill, I'm tryna—) Shut up, let's fuck, huh Straight to the point, I'm gettin' straight to it Shut up, let's fuck Ain't no Netflix, ain't tryna chill, bitch [Outro] Huh, straight to the point, I'm gettin' straight to it Go and shake that ass to show your mama made a ho, ayy
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Credits
- Writers
- Fredo Bang