Finesse2Tymes - Goin’ Straight In 2 (Intro) lyrics
[Finesse2Tymes - Goin’ Straight In 2 Intro lyrics]
Finesse, two of 'em (XO think he all that)
Benz truck, might sit it up
Might tint it up, my millions up
Memphis, Tennessee, first forty-eight, nigga
My city tough
I made it out, I'm giving back
I brought the Maybach to the track
Gorilla on a ho
I grew up listening to Project Pat
Dropping hit's and selling bitches
My life like Hustle and Flow (Deejay)
Twenty pack of 'za
I got it off when I finished the show
Cut the pie up with the
Guys, they still sliding, keep it quiet
Remember I was broke
I robbed lil' Rico for his Jordan 5s
(Let me get that)
Mob ties, twist 'em up, came on her face
Shе licked it up (She licked it up)
Fuck thе feds, everywhere I go
I keep my blicky tucked
You duck and wreck, a hundred
On my head, nigga, that's disrespect
Brought that bitch to Houston, dress her up
Put her on best and next it's GSI
You can't be the clan unless you
Pull up with your PSI (PSI)
These niggas play gangster 'til
They see that fire, i won't reply
If you drop a diss
I drop a bag and make you disappear
Roll up me an ounce and pour an
Eight up in a Mr pibb them niggas got by
They thought they got away
Sending me emojis, get your ho, nigga
She out of place fucked her in the Wraith
So you can say I fucked her outer space
By the way, I just seen my PO
So I'm gettin' high today
Took over the summer and the fall, fuck it
Take the year
To tell the truth, I was facing thirty
But I made it here
I made 'em fear, I made it clear
This going straight in too
Talkin' 'bout your lil' niggas spinnin'
My lil' niggas spin too
I was at the bottom
I ain't hate at the ones at the top
Twenty-three and one, isolation
Three meals and a cot
I walked the compound with a shank
Two locks in a sock
Niggas stole my style, but now I'm back
That shit finna flop (It's over)
Benz truck, might sit it up
Might tint it up, my millions up
Memphis, Tennessee, first forty-eight, nigga
My city tough
I made it out, I'm giving back
I brought the Maybach to the track
Gorilla on a ho
I grew up listening to Project Pat
Dropping hit's and selling bitches
My life like Hustle and Flow (Deejay)
Twenty pack of 'za
I got it off when I finished the show
Cut the pie up with the
Guys, they still sliding, keep it quiet
Remember I was broke
I robbed lil' Rico for his Jordan 5s
(Let me get that)
Mob ties, twist 'em up, came on her face
Shе licked it up (She licked it up)
Fuck thе feds, everywhere I go
I keep my blicky tucked
You duck and wreck, a hundred
On my head, nigga, that's disrespect
Brought that bitch to Houston, dress her up
Put her on best and next it's GSI
You can't be the clan unless you
Pull up with your PSI (PSI)
These niggas play gangster 'til
They see that fire, i won't reply
If you drop a diss
I drop a bag and make you disappear
Roll up me an ounce and pour an
Eight up in a Mr pibb them niggas got by
They thought they got away
Sending me emojis, get your ho, nigga
She out of place fucked her in the Wraith
So you can say I fucked her outer space
By the way, I just seen my PO
So I'm gettin' high today
Took over the summer and the fall, fuck it
Take the year
To tell the truth, I was facing thirty
But I made it here
I made 'em fear, I made it clear
This going straight in too
Talkin' 'bout your lil' niggas spinnin'
My lil' niggas spin too
I was at the bottom
I ain't hate at the ones at the top
Twenty-three and one, isolation
Three meals and a cot
I walked the compound with a shank
Two locks in a sock
Niggas stole my style, but now I'm back
That shit finna flop (It's over)