Shmoked Out - Str8 Out Da Nawf Lyrics

Went and got me a sack
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Wen and got me some racks
Str8 Out Da Nawf
30 rounds in dat mac
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Plug fronted me da pack now I gotta flip dat
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Came from da field
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Lean wit da seal
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Always gotta shoota wit me and he down for a drill
Str8 Out Da Nawf
All dis gold on my chain
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Pullin off in a stang
Str8 Out Da Nawf
In da ville doin 80 cuz I'm on a paper chase
Str8 Out Da Nawf
My bitch bad
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Shmoke where ya get dat
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Woo woo woo

Come str8 out da nawf
Turn myself to a boss
Bussin juugs on jimmy
Runnin plays like emmitt
On da hill ain't damn thang pleasant
85 nawf my direction
All my niggaz shooters or Dey trappin
Pockets full of cash yea we flexin
Jus buss a juug on scenic
Thousand for a cutie
Young nigga gotta eat
12 pulled me over nigga I ain't even speak swerve on the ass because I got somewhere to be
Caught so many plays at the Dairy Queen hot
Watch who you serve because you might get shot
On the Nawf with a little watch it turn into a lot
Fucking with the best you gon love what I got
Fuck with a hater say I'mma go get me some money
On a perc and I'm outer space
Trying to count up all these hundreds
I got a trap now say he need a bag
I'm on Sweetwater I got stupid gas
That pack land I get it in
Then get it gone like stupid fast

Went and got me a sack
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Wen and got me some racks
Str8 Out Da Nawf
30 rounds in dat mac
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Plug fronted me da pack now I gotta flip dat
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Came from da field
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Lean wit da seal
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Always gotta shoota wit me and he down for a drill
Str8 Out Da Nawf
All dis gold on my chain
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Pullin off in a stang
Str8 Out Da Nawf
In da ville doin 80 cuz I'm on a paper chase
Str8 Out Da Nawf
My bitch bad
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Shmoke where ya get dat
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Woo woo woo

Flippin Flippin nigga zipping up a package yen ain't Gotta ask
Know I'm bout that action
Never stop grinding bitch I ain't relaxing
Nigga stop lying know you niggas capin
Fuck with me now they ain't fuck with me before
All I see is green lights I'm always on the go
Purple syrup know I'm pulling up a fo
Big bags nigga I got weed to blow
On Papermill trying to make a mill
On Simonton i'm in Georgian Hills
Got perc packs if you need a pill
I had to Jackson like my name Phil
Bitch I'm Finna black in my bag I got thrax and my pockets got Cash
Try to stay out of the street but damn that money be coming so fast
Got that lean in my belly
I'm on the juice man I feel like I'm pac
Looks like I beat up my pockets
Cause them bitches full of knots
In the coupe with some thots sloppy top while I'm hitting the block
We got some gas in rotation so we always looking for cops

Went and got me a sack
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Wen and got me some racks
Str8 Out Da Nawf
30 rounds in dat mac
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Plug fronted me da pack now I gotta flip dat
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Came from da field
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Lean wit da seal
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Always gotta shoota wit me and he down for a drill
Str8 Out Da Nawf
All dis gold on my chain
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Pullin off in a stang
Str8 Out Da Nawf
In da ville doin 80 cuz I'm on a paper chase
Str8 Out Da Nawf
My bitch bad
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Shmoke where ya get dat
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Woo woo woo