Song Lyrics

Hop in the straight (hop out the straight)
Jump in the Wraith (uh, uh)
Look at they face (what?)
This why they hate (what?)
It's never too late (uh, uh)
You get replaced (uh, uh)
I'm twisting your fate (uh, uh)
You lose when you play (uh, uh)
Hop in the straight (hop out the straight)
Jump in the Wraith (uh, uh)
Look at they face (what?)
This why they hate (what?)
It's never too late (uh, uh)
You get replaced (uh, uh)
I'm twisting your fate (uh, uh)
You lose when you play (uh)

Bitch you in the way
Your salary minimum wage (broke bitch)
You real or you fake?
Them statements cannot be replaced, uh, uh
I give and I take (what?)
They copy and follow my pace (they follow my pace)
We winning the race (what?)
Three dead and that's just in one day (that's just in one day)
See, I take the drums on the road (what?)
Them choppas with me at the show (boom)
I grew up with nothing but killers
They talk and they speaking in code (what?)
Reload, unload, and reload (boom!)
Ain't fucking, then she gotta go
She looking like I'm speaking Spanish
I'm just saying I'm letting you know (just letting you know)
Ain't counting no bodies from past tense (uh, uh)
I'm catching shit, ain't no passin'
I'm celebrating my new money (huh)
Y'all dead broke on that mad shit
Trackhawk Jeep, it be the fastest (vroom)
Bad bitch, she got her ass did
We ripping and racing through traffic (move out the way, bitch)
I'm praying, I hope I don't crash it

Hop in the straight (hop out the straight)
Jump in the Wraith (uh, uh)
Look at they face (look at them niggas)
This why they hate (bow)
It's never too late (uh, uh)
You get replaced (uh, uh)
I'm twisting your fate (gimme that)
You lose when you play (uh)
Hop in the straight (hop out the straight)
Jump in the Wraith (uh, uh)
Look at they face (look at them niggas)
This why they hate (bow)
It's never too late (uh, uh)
You get replaced (uh, uh)
I'm twisting your fate (gimme that)
You lose when you play (uh)

Ay, hollows blew up in his face, now they need his dental record (he a John Doe)
I got professional textures come through with choppas, and send you a message (grratt)
Pick up that bag, and hit jewelers and jack it, this Louis V jacket a few niggas stash it
I get that work and my boo, she gon' stash it
Your bitch average, plus she bagless
Trackhawk booted exhaust sound like a dragon, ay
Touch a nigga from Chiraq, see more bullets than Madden (brr, pow, pow)
Ay, Instagram bitch in the telly, counting my rackies, give me some Becky (some neck)
Remember I was sleeping in the trap
Laying on the floor with the Glock on my belly (strapped)
Got a few dollars and bought me a Pelle
In a good way, how my closet is messy
I don't chase niggas, get hawked with the Desi'
Turn his dreads to meatballs and spaghetti

Hop in the straight (hop out the straight)
Jump in the Wraith (uh, uh)
Look at they face (what?)
This why they hate (what?)
It's never too late (uh, uh)
You get replaced (uh, uh)
I'm twisting your fate (uh, uh)
You lose when you play (uh, uh)
Hop in the straight (hop out the straight)
Jump in the Wraith (uh, uh)
Look at they face (what?)
This why they hate (what?)
It's never too late (uh, uh)
You get replaced (uh, uh)
I'm twisting your fate (uh, uh)
You lose when you play (uh)

Dayvon Bennett, Terry Wallace

The duration of Str8 is 3:05 minutes and seconds.