Immersed in the gritty reality of street life, this track showcases a raw narrative of survival and retaliation. King Von and Fivio Foreign paint a vivid picture of their environment, where violence is not only expected but necessary for survival. The lyrics reflect the harsh realities they've faced, highlighting themes of retribution, power, and defiance. The repetitive chorus "Let's get straight to it" encapsulates their no-nonsense approach to conflict and danger. However, beyond the bravado and aggression, there's an underlying commentary on the cycle of violence that plagues their community. It's a sobering reminder that such narratives are born out of real-life experiences rather than mere artistic invention. #StreetLife #RawReality
Straight To It
Lyrics
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Let's get straight to it (to it)
Ain't tryna talk, let's do it (let's do it)
Nigga play crazy in this bitch, we shootin' (we shootin')
The opps be sick, they losin' (boom, boom)
All these guns we got, we use 'em (we use 'em)
He got caught, that boy was stupid (he stupid)
Gun got dirty, hurry up, get a new one (get a new one)
Nigga, you don't wanna get into it (nah, nah)
Let's get straight to it (to it)
Ain't tryna talk, let's do it (let's do it)
Nigga play crazy in this bitch, we shootin' (we shootin')
The opps be sick, they losin' (boom, boom)
All these guns we got, we use 'em (we use 'em)
He got caught, that boy was stupid (he stupid)
Gun got dirty, hurry up, get a new one (get a new one)
Nigga, you don't wanna get into it (nah, nah)
Ever since a shorty, I was poppin' out early
I was outside slidin' with the Glock .9 (with the Glock .9)
Catch him goin' to school, it's the right time (it's the right time)
Nigga don't front your move, better pipe down (grrah, grrah)
Pop me a pill then I bite down
Six-Double-O, real shit, free BiteDown
Catch a nigga lackin' then we shootin' on sight now
He got caught, now he Can'tGetRight now (boom, boom, boom)
If they come outside and try to post up then we gon' spin they shit (spin, spin)
We gon' hit they block with a whole hunnidshots (grrah)
No matter how deep they is (get in, get in)
I shoot, nigga's don't shoot no kids (uh-huh)
He cheatin', this game real (damn, damn)
Somethin' wrong, that boy can't miss (uh-huh)
Get caught, I plead the fifth (boom, boom, boom)
I said that was my last time the last time but I still slid (I did)
He say he was gon' kill me and my homie
Look, now he real dead (now he dead, yeah)
When them niggas die, we don't feel bad (uh-huh)
We get a real laugh (yeah, yeah)
Get up on live, make him real mad (grrah, grrah)
'Cause we want him real bad (grrah, grrah, grrah)
Let's get straight to it (to it)
Ain't tryna talk, let's do it (let's do it)
Nigga play crazy in this bitch, we shootin' (we shootin')
The opps be sick, they losin' (boom, boom)
All these guns we got, we use 'em (we use 'em)
He got caught, that boy was stupid (he stupid)
Gun got dirty, hurry up, get a new one (get a new one)
Nigga, you don't wanna get into it (nah, nah)
Let's get straight to it (to it)
Ain't tryna talk, let's do it (let's do it)
Nigga play crazy in this bitch, we shootin' (we shootin')
The opps be sick, they losin' (boom, boom)
All these guns we got, we use 'em (we use 'em)
He got caught, that boy was stupid (he stupid)
Gun got dirty, hurry up, get a new one (get a new one)
Nigga, you don't wanna get into it (nah, nah)
Got a whole thirty clip for him, uh
He better watch how he get, 'cause shit can get lit for him, uh
When I show him this, huh, lil' brodie gon' dip on him, uh
I'ma do what I want, ain't no gassin' Fivi'
Got the .40 cali' in my jacket prolly
Boy, I had the building and I had the lobby
You ain't do the shootin' then don't jack the body
Them niggas fakin' the funk, huh
I post what I like and I say what I want
I'm smokin' on opps, I don't play with no blunts
I send 'em on drills, if he ate for the month
You catchin' bodies then I pay 'em a bunch
I still get charges 'cause I gave him the gun
Stomach shots 'cause I hated his guts
I love my shooter 'cause he ain't give a fuck
Let's get straight to it (to it)
Ain't tryna talk, let's do it (let's do it)
Nigga play crazy in this bitch, we shootin' (we shootin')
The opps be sick, they losin' (boom, boom)
All these guns we got, we use 'em (we use 'em)
He got caught, that boy was stupid (he stupid)
Gun got dirty, hurry up, get a new one (get a new one)
Nigga, you don't wanna get into it (nah, nah)
Let's get straight to it (to it)
Ain't tryna talk, let's do it (let's do it)
Nigga play crazy in this bitch, we shootin' (we shootin')
The opps be sick, they losin' (boom, boom)
All these guns we got, we use 'em (we use 'em)
He got caught, that boy was stupid (he stupid)
Gun got dirty, hurry up, get a new one (get a new one)
Nigga, you don't wanna get into it (nah, nah, boom)
Writer(s): Dayvon Bennett, Maxie Lee Ryles III
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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