Goin' Straight In

Memphis Track Boy, let's go

Tell me you came with the chopper

Aim it at the **** collar

Tell me you came with some models

Fuck a celebrity's daughter

Mixing the act with the slushy

Baby mama's favorite buffer

I pull up all of a sudden

American, I got the Russian

You playing Russian Roulette

I'm playing run up a check

Whoever thought I was next

Social media a mess

K. Michelle, tryna wife her

Shootin' up with the scope on a rifle

White Louis V. on the buckle

I'm the Louis V. messiah

She like the Louis V. piece

I like the Louis V. sneakers

I got the boy in the ether

She make you sweat like the preacher

She talking shit like I need her

She fucking me like she need me

Kush and a drink in the evening

Color purple like Celie

Ayy, Clay, ayy, Clay

Keep all that in there, keep all that in there, aight?

I'm talkin' 'bout, "Keep all that shit, man"

I'm finna come back in, I'ma come a little different this time, though, you feel me?

Alright, damn, I'm comin', Clay (Ayy, ayy, hey)

I'm riding in a rental car (It's rented)

The strap in the lap and the kush in the pickle jar

The Draco up under me

And all of these players around me, they under me

That Hustle & Flow money

I got out and came up off the ho money

You know that's for sure money

I'm still a street ****, cop an O from me

I'm smoking jet fuel

Just make your next move, be your best move

You know I stay P'd up

Pull up in fifteen hundred dollar dress shoes

You know that they watching

You know that they listening, but they ain't sayin' shit

And if them **** wanna kill me, my ****

Then why the fuck is I ain't dead yet?

Shoot for gold when it comes to the streets

I'm the king when it comes to the East

I'm the prince when it comes to the city

I'm up next for a multimillion

Pussy **** tryna blemish my image

Give it to him, back to back, make him feel it

And when I see you out and trappin', my ****

Speak to a ****, better not be in your feelings

I'm what they waiting on

We run the city, the fuck the debating on?

These **** didn't fuck with me

I got out and came up, now they face long

I link up with Moneybagg

Like I need a hitter, I'm going straight in

You know I'm a big player

I feel like Joe Fraiser at the weigh in

I'm smokin' only the greatest

I'm a patient serving patients

I think they feel intimidated

I think it's time for demolition

Been in and out of jail all my life, so I done got a little impatient

These ****, they talkin' 'bout, "Wait your turn, fuck you mean? **** finna take it

**** finna take it

Ayy, let me get that

Yeah, Finesse2Tymes

Memphis Track Boy, let's go