Rich Homie Quan – Str8 lyrics

I've been havin' so much on my mind lately I can't even think straight (I can't even think straight)
Grip that muthafuckin' pistol so tight like a muthafuckin' firm handshake (like a handshake)
I don't believe in anything on everything 'cause a lot y'all niggas lyin' these days (a lot of y'all niggas lyin')
I see baby my boys, I know it may seem hard but I gotta make sure family straight
(Rich Homie Baby!)

Sometimes it feels like they don't even care about me
I was vulnerable and lonely the whole 15 months I was in DeKalb County
All blue Cutlass call it Carolina
I ain't talkin' no Troy you need a pacifier
I make her swallow then suck on this pacifier
I'll make a story up just to catch a liar
'Cause I do not want that around me
I'm from East Atlanta residing Fulton County
Eat that pussy like a edible yeah brownie
So when I eat it I get high
Hope you not shy, keep on the lights
Growin' up it was different every night
No steak, it was chicken and rice
Still settin' traps for the mice
Lot of niggas rat yeah they snakes
Keep the grass cut don't be late
Made the money but never changed
I'm tired of holdin' niggas on their fame
Make a promise, told momma she can get a new house
Escobar money momma she gon' need a new couch
I'm runnin' out of places to hide these money I can't think
Where to put at? The attic? Where to put at? I just might need to shrink

I've been havin' so much on my mind lately I can't even think straight (I can't even think straight)
Grip that muthafuckin' pistol so tight like a muthafuckin' firm handshake (like a handshake)
I don't believe in anything on everything 'cause a lot y'all niggas lyin' these days (a lot of y'all niggas lyin')
I see baby my boys, I know it may seem hard but I gotta make sure family straight

Gladys said sit back don't talk pay attention
Listen before talk don't talk before listen
Muhammad Ali I got balance I'm gifted
Niggas play roles yeah they actin' and scripted
I might pour up some more Act in my kidney
Might hit my ex 'cause my main hoe is trippin'
Shoot at yo' hat 'cause my Kango is pimpin'
Shot at yo' leg hit yo' ankle you limpin'
Pullin' back up with my nigga, my nigga
Pistol tucked down by my dick near my zipper
Alcohol bullets they hittin' yo' liver
For my dick make her pull up make her deliver
I done worked too hard to go back to where I came from
They say I changed but I feel like I'm still the same Quan
Control these niggas' powers and they cut the game on
Block all these haters and put a tour on for the same ones

I've been havin' so much on my mind lately I can't even think straight (I can't even think straight)
Grip that muthafuckin' pistol so tight like a muthafuckin' firm handshake (like a handshake)
I don't believe in anything on everything 'cause a lot y'all niggas lyin' these days (a lot of y'all niggas lyin')
I see baby my boys, I know it may seem hard but I gotta make sure family straight

You gotta make sure family straight
If ain't nobody straight, after that make sure yo dogs straight
You know what I'm sayin'?
Keep them mice far away from you
'Cause rats are not good
You know cats eat those, and I'mma big dog
Rich Homie!