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Get straight to it, get straight to it like
Get straight to it, get straight to it like
Get straight to it, get straight to it like
Fuck the same night I met her like I knew her like
Get straight to it, get straight to it like
Fuck the same night I met her like I knew her like
Get straight to it, get straight to it like
Fuck the same night I met her like I knew her like
Don't call it slidin', this shit easy work
I'm in that woman like I'm in her purse
She love the dick, feel like that bitch is cursed
The game hurtin', look like we in a circus
All that snitchin' got a nigga nervous
Look, I'm spillin' pain, I don't take a rest
Um, this alchemy speak levels and I don't miss a step
This Bobby and Whitney
Got a problem? Got this Tommy with me
Only smoke designer, you know I got it with me
Touch one of us, get chalked up, trace ya
No chaser
I hate a long-winded nigga with short paper
Shoot from long distance, this pistol got a short temper
Stash Glocks and tuck razors
The slut maker
Been in L.A. for three years, ain't see the Laker
I still got the gray safe in my Brooklyn basement
My penthouse blinds automated
My ol' school from '69, ain't that ironic, baby?
Guardian angels hide they halos, while demons, they lay low
Yeah, yeah, while demons, they lay low, Hennessey and halos
Juice and Meech, Cheech and Chong
Kane and Undertaker, Smokey, Craig, where Nia Long?
Six different drugs, I don't overdose, I sleep it off
I don't overdose, I sleep it off
Freaky T baddie with me
Hit this lick with me, I just play for keeps
While y'all do the least
This bitch from overseas
This not a Percocet, this for emergencies
High like this bitch ain't with me
2C-Is, MeOs my drugs, sound like ABCs
2DEAD BOYZ, fuck clout, Zombie Gang, you know the G
This The Chronic without Snoop and Dre, I smoke my own weed
Ran through gelatos like Dolph, I'm in my bag, I palm trees
On Martin's sofa trappin' out this bitch like we ain't gotta leave
Two chains, Titty Boy, I fucked her in a foreign toy
This headstash you can't afford
That girl a freak, you just borin'
She see me, get her pants off
Same nigga, ten toes
I'm on her head like earphones, nigga
Tunnel the vision
Cullinan, doin' a hundred drugs in my system
Ice in the crosses, you know that we ain't religious
I'm just prayin' I got enough ammunition, hey
Tunnel the vision
Cullinan, doin' a hundred drugs in my system
Ice in the crosses, you know that we ain't religious
I'm just prayin' I got enough ammunition, hey
Tunnel the vision, hey
Tunnel the vision
Tunnel the vision, hey
Tunnel the vision, hey
Tunnel the vision
Tunnel the vision, hey