Maad - St8 2 it Lyrics

Let me get straight to it
How can I fake losing
Taking all my energy, like damn, I can't even waste movements
Yeah, let me get straight to it
Let me get, uh, uh, uh
Let me get straight to it
Let me get, uh, let me get, uh
Let me get straight to the rack
And if I leave I ain't coming back, Pulling her hair in the tracks
She hate me so damn much like damn, can't even run it back
But I still love you though
I'ma see you at the front of my shows
Brain so good like AP Honor Roll
Like how did it get that good? Oh shit you was practicing
Matter of fact go back with them, I don't want to hear no accidents
Lying to my face like baby damn, I thought you was abstinent
Everybody got they own lies, I don't want no soul ties
Let me get straight to it
How can I fake losing
Taking all my energy, like damn, I can't even waste movements
Yeah, let me get straight to it
Let me get, uh, uh, uh
Let me get straight to it
Let me get, uh, let me get
Let me get straight to it
Real sack pusher, I never got no fake to it
Bitches roll they ass when I tell them that I make music
They like, boy, stop playing, get out my face
Well I'ma take my money, my case, And you never see this face again
Talking bout ion make no music, well bitch, yeah, I guess I don't
One day I'ma be famous, but you blocked, guess you'll never know
This is just example, boy, don't talk to me, I air it out
He say he catching bullets, okay, bet, I'll make you run route
Okay talk to me real quick
Niggas spending years for perfection, man, I press skip
I don't want to hear about no cheers or no questions
Bitch, I'm shifting gears, hear my muffler, bitches ruffling
Calling me temptation, nigga, I ain't even David Ruffin
I don't know how many clips I got, just shoot until it's nothing
Momma said I'm one and one, I think she right though
Cause every nigga I face up against, it seem like they ain't there
Shorty said that she don't f*ck with me, well, bitch, I don't care
Talking like he gonna do that shit, well, man, you know he scared
If I really pulled up on your block, I wouldn't miss shit
Brody kept on shooting up that chop until he heard
Click, click, nigga
Click, click, nigga
Yeah, he talking all that shit, but he a bitch, nigga
Why your girl look better than mine? Nah, switch nigga
Let's get straight to the rack
Let's get straight to the rack, bitch
Let's go straight to the rack
Let's go straight to the, yeah
Let's go straight to the rack, bitch
Let's go straight to the rack, let's go straight to the
Yeah
Let's get straight to
Bitch, let's get straight to
I don't wanna talk that shit, just straight to it
Straight to it
Straight to it