King Von – Str8 lyrics

[Chorus: King Von]
Hop in the straight (Hop out the straight)
Jump in the wraith, uh, uh
Look at they face (What?)
This why they hate (What?)
Its never too late, uh, uh
You get replaced. Uh, uh
I'm twisting your fate, uh, uh
You loose when you play, uh, uh
Hop in the straight (Hop out the straight)
Jump in the wraith, uh, uh
Look at they face (What?)
This why they hate (What?)
Its never too late, uh, uh
You get replaced. Uh, uh
I'm twisting your fate, uh, uh
You loose when you play, uh, uh

[Verse 1: King Von]
Bitch you in the way
Your salary minimum wage (Broke bitch)
You real or you fake?
Them statements cannot be replaced, uh, uh
I give and I take (What?)
They copy and follow my pace (They follow my pace)
We winning the race (What?)
Three dead and that's just in one day (That's just in one day)
See, I take the drums on the road (What?)
Them choppas with me at the show (Boom)
I grew up with nothing but killers
They talk and speaking in code (What?)
Reload, unload, and reload (Boom!)
Ain't fucking, then she gotta go
She looking like I'm speaking Spanish
I'm just saying I'm letting you know (Just letting you know)
Ain't counting nobodies from [?] (Uh, uh)
I'm catching shit, ain't no passing
I'm celebrating my new money (Huh)
Y'all dead broke on that mad shit

[?], he be the fastest (Vroom)
Bad bitch, she got her ass did
We ripping and racing through traffic (Move out the way, bitch)
I'm praying I don't crash it

[Chorus: King Von and Tee Grizzley]
Hop in the straight (Hop out the straight)
Jump in the wraith, uh, uh
Look at they face (Look at them niggas)
This why they hate (Bow)
Its never too late, uh, uh
You get replaced. Uh, uh
I'm twisting your fate (Gimme that)
You loose when you play, uh, uh
Hop in the straight (Hop out the straight)
Jump in the wraith, uh, uh
Look at they face (Look at them niggas)
This why they hate (Bow)
Its never too late, uh, uh
You get replaced. Uh, uh
I'm twisting your fate (Gimme that)
You loose when you play, uh, uh

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Ay, hollows blew up in his face, now they need his dental record (He a John Doe)
I got professional [?] come through with choppas, then send you a message (Grratt)
Pick up that bag, and hit jewellers and jack it, this Louis V jacket a few niggas stash it
I get that work and my bitch, she gon' stash it
Your bitch average, plus she bagless
Track hard booty, exhaust sound like a dragon, ay
Touch a nigga from Chiraq, see more bullets than [?] (Brr, pow, pow)
Ay, Instagram bitch in the telly, counting my rackies, give me some Becky (Some neck)
Remember I was sleeping in the trap, laying on my back with the Glock on my belly (Strapped)
Got a few dollars and bought me a [?]
In a good way, how my closet is messy
I don't chase niggas, get [?] with the dessy
Turn his dreads to meatballs and spaghetti

[Chorus: King Von]
Hop in the straight (Hop out the straight)
Jump in the wraith, uh, uh
Look at they face (What?)
This why they hate (What?)
Its never too late, uh, uh
You get replaced. Uh, uh
I'm twisting your fate, uh, uh
You loose when you play, uh, uh
Hop in the straight (Hop out the straight)
Jump in the wraith, uh, uh
Look at they face (What?)
This why they hate (What?)
Its never too late, uh, uh
You get replaced. Uh, uh
I'm twisting your fate, uh, uh
You loose when you play, uh, uh