I’m Straight Lyrics by Lil Baby
[Intro]
Yeah
Cook that shit up Quay!
I look over got (?) in the studio
Know what I’m saying?
Living life to the fullest, you know what I’m saying?
[Hook/Chorus]
Ain’t got no regrets, I can’t complain my life is great
I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play
I stole them, ran them bags before an hour hit
So many blue hundreds they sticking like they counterfeit, I print this shit
Whole lot of ones I’m in the cut, I’m going dumb-dumb
I’m sipping act’, and that shit real deal, do you want some?
Sames one that trying run with the clique
Be the same ones that throwing subs at the clique
Main vision when I’m fucking ya bitch, I ain’t gonna say shit
[Verse 1]
I asked you about it, did you lie?
You asked me about it, I kept it 100, I’m nothing like these other guys
I really spent 2,000 on kicks and only wear ’em one time
Something about a nigga mind frame
Diamonds doing jumpin-jacks in the AP, I can make the time change
200 hoes in my call log and they ain’t got not a namesake
Took her out the hood, put her on the drip, now I got her rocking name brand
Me and (?) had two different spots, we usually around the corner doing the same thing
Everywhere I go my chains hang, free my bros out the chain gang
New Maybach cost 230, I don’t even get my shoes dirty
I don’t even sleep when I get tired, you can see the adderall in my eyes
Tyga said he got the drop on the album
Fuck it slide and shoot up the block
Niggas know how we come through
G5 out the sunroof
[Hook/Chorus]
Ain’t got no regrets, I can’t complain my life is great
I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play
I stole them, ran them bags before an hour hit
So many blue hundreds they sticking like they counterfeit, I print this shit
Whole lot of ones, I’m in the cut, I’m going dumb-dumb
I’m sipping act’, and that shit real deal, do you want some?
Sames one that trying run with the clique
Be the same ones that throwing subs at the clique
Main vision when I’m fucking ya bitch, I ain’t gonna say shit
[Verse 2]
We use trap out my ma house, turn the condo to a hideout
We can’t be fucking at my house, niggas be running they damn mouth
Walk down on them broad daylight, it ain’t no funny, no drive-by
I’m cool on the love and the high-fives
You niggas can’t keep up with my guys
You can’t get all this drip in a lifetime
I got out and ran it up at the right time
We got Dracos whenever it’s nighttime
We ain’t ever gonna stop at the stop sign
When the wifey, I told ’em I want to shine
Then the coupe quarter million, they wiped me down
I’m running this town, everything they say fake news
Can’t take that, new Lamborghini 18
Only thing I do is make cream, I don’t why these niggas hating
Only thing I do is drink lean, rest in peace to Fredo Santana
I just keep buying all these phantoms
I don’t want to go out like that, only thing I know is get racks
[Hook/Chorus]
Ain’t got no regrets, I can’t complain my life is great
I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play
I stole them, ran them bags before an hour hit
So many blue hundreds they sticking like they counterfeit, I print this shit
Whole lot of ones, I’m in the cut, I’m going dumb-dumb
I’m sipping act’, and that shit real deal, do you want some?
Sames one that trying run with the clique
Be the same ones that throwing subs at the clique
Main vision when I’m fucking ya bitch, I ain’t gonna say shit
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