Letras
Yeah, ayy, Straight Lace (Straight Lace)
Straight Lace (Straight Lace)
I'm back
They call me Mr. Straight Lace, hey, man, how you doin'?
I hit the scene, then I leave, let's get right into it
Got the white tee, blue jeans, Air Force Nikes
Fuckin' police, I don't recommend hollerin'
Gotta pop a wheelie, hug the block, and, man, that's for sure, though
Gotta pull an overnighter, call me Mr. No Doz
I don't even mess with you niggas, you niggas slow pokes
And gotta pimp these bitches, a one-on-one on the low, though
Peep coats ain't in no more, man, that's a no-no
I get all of my money from all of these bitches' mojos
Pimpin' in my blood, fluently makes me mo' hoes
And I don't claim the Bay, but claimin' the Bay gets mo' dough
Like I'm fuckin' D-Lo, bumpin' me on the radio
Maybe 'cause I'm scalene, or maybe because I stay with dough
Boy, boy, Straight Lace, maybe because I come and go
Boomerang at your house, baby, because I come and go
Booty-poppin', booty-shakin', do it for a stack
Girl, let me know if you're gonna break your back
Now break your back, mama, now break your back
Now break your back, mama, now break your back
If you hop up on my stable, I'ma sure want it back
Get you to my house and I'm gonna break your back
Now break your back, mama, now break your back
Now break your back, mama, now break your back
I got them heathens like "OMG, my neck, my knee, please help me"
He a beast, he home, bring it to he, I-M-P
P in front, now twerk something for me, then work something for Fee
You know it's dirty mackin' with me, exactly, go bad on the beat
Fee on the track, bad on her feet, but I need cash
Faster please, no, relax, in tune, no sleep
Never dream for cash, I'm 'bout that cake up for that wake up
In her face more than her makeup
She gon' feel this Izy M, it's H-I-M, I'm from that Bay, bruh
Mr. Ugly, gotta love me though, halfway handsome middle name
Pop that pussy while I pop this bottle, pop that pistol game