We Gone Be Straight

Rich Homie, baby, yeah, yeah, yeah

Grab the ice while it's cold, pop the seal on it

Now we pourin' eights, yeah, yeah

Doin' shows on the road

No more local shit, more like tour dates

Yeah, yeah

Tell your ho to get a table and put these hunnids on it

We gon' eat the plate

Yeah, yeah

And when it's all said and done

And yo money gone, we gone be straight

Okay now, we gon' be alright, shawty, we gone be straight

My diamonds look like light, shawty, they're why I'm always late

My sideline tryna fight shawty because she want her place

And I don't wanna play no games with ya, that's what kids for

My daddy told me, never hit her

Just fuck her good like you miss her

Make her stomach hurt, no sit ups

Couldn't a been me, she woulda been fucked

Money and God, I put no one above that

That thing you do with your tongue, you know I love that

I poured a eight our for my partner, dead and gone

I got some partners doin' forty, who ain't never comin' home

I know my time comin', so I check the mirror

Meanwhile, grab the ice out the cooler

Grab the ice while it's cold, pop the seal on it

Now we pourin' eights, yeah, yeah

Doin' shows on the road

No more local shit, more like tour dates

Yeah, yeah

Tell your ho to get a table and put these hunnids on it

We gon' eat the plate

Yeah, yeah

And when it's all said and done

And yo money gone, we gone be straight

Yeah, yeah

Gettin' them scripts by the pint

Four by the bottom, eight in the phantom

Shouts out goes to Mizzen

Shouts out East Atlanta

Shouts out to the Projects

Shouts out to my closet, no, shouts out to my wallet

And we still young made bosses

No dinner plan, but we flossin'

And I'm in the van with that forty

Like a business man, no talkin'

Okay, that jet I'm in private, ****

Got a potato at the end so when I shoot it, it be silent ****

And if you fuck me over, that's on you, baby

OG Bobby Johnson, give your ass that deuce, baby

Them bullets spreadin' like rumors

That **** sweatin', get some ice out the cooler

Grab the ice while it's cold, pop the seal on it

Now we pourin' eights, yeah, yeah

Doin' shows on the road

No more local shit, more like tour dates

Yeah, yeah

Tell your ho to get a table and put these hunnids on it

We gon' eat the plate

Yeah, yeah

And when it's all said and done

And yo money gone, we gone be straight

Yeah, yeah