Straight To It Songtext

Fredo Bang

von The Big Bang

Straight To It Songtext
Once again, I'm locked in with Tee P, we finna make a hit

Yeah, shut up, let's fuck
Straight to the point, I'm gettin' straight to it
Shut up, let's fuck
Ain't no Netflix, ain't tryna chill, bitch

We can get it on the floor or get it in a ride
Wherever you wanna go, I got you, I'm that type of guy
Yeah, I'm gon' cream that pie, heh, like my bitches bi
Knowin' I'm doin' my shit because you rollin' back your eyes

Hop on top that dick, baby, ride that shit
Open up her mouth, now we swappin' spit
She want me to pay up bills, I say, 'No deal', she get this pickle
Like my bitch is red and ratchet, I break that dick off in glorilla

Shut up, let's fuck
Straight to the point, I'm gettin' straight to it
Shut up, let's fuck
Ain't no Netflix, ain't tryna chill, bitch

I say, 'Whoa, whoa', baby, body goals (baby, goals)
Slim thick, pretty bitch, Rubi Rose (Rubi Rose)
Uh, she gon' blow my whistle, like a coach (she gon' go)
Told her, 'Head, shoulder, knees, touch her toes' (touch her toes, yeah)

Yeah, head, shoulder, knees, touch her toes (touch her toes)
And if she don't fuck me, she gon' fuck my bro (yeah)
I'm a gangster, if we fuck, nobody gon' know
I whip your macaroni like it's on the stove (whoa, whoa)

I whip your macaroni like it's on the stove
I whip your macaroni like it's on the stove
I whip your macaroni like it's on the stove
I whip your macaroni like it's on the stove

Shut up, let's fuck
Straight to the point, I'm gettin' straight to it
Shut up, let's fuck
Ain't no Netflix, ain't tryna chill, bitch

Shut up, let's fuck
Straight to the point, I'm gettin' straight to it
Shut up, let's fuck
Ain't no Netflix, ain't tryna chill, bitch

(Don't think that this is for your mama, made a hoe bitch)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)