I'm Straight Lyrics - Lil Baby

Yeah 

Cook that shit up Quay! 

I look over got [?] in the studio 

Know what I'm saying? 

Living life to the fullest, you know what I'm saying? 

Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great 

I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play 

I stole them, ran them bags before an hour hit 

So many blue hundreds they stickin' 

like they counterfeit, I print this shit 

Whole lot of ones I'm in the cut, I'm going dumb-dumb 

I'm sippin' act', and that shit real deal, do you want some? 

Sames one that tryin' run with the clique 

Be the same ones that throwing subs at the clique 

Main vision when I'm fuckin' ya bitch, I ain't gonna say shit 

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I asked you about it, did you lie? 

You asked me about it, 

I kept it 100, I'm nothin' like these other guys 

I really spent 2, 000 on kicks and only wear 'em one time 

Something about a nigga mind frame 

Diamonds doing jumpin-jacks in the AP, I can make the time change 

200 hoes in my call log and they ain't got not a namesake 

Took her out the hood, 

put her on the drip, now I got her rockin' name brand 

Me and [?] had two different spots, 

we usually around the corner doin' the same thing 

Everywhere I go my chains hang, free my bros out the chain gang 

New Maybach cost 230, I don't even get my shoes dirty 

I don't even sleep when I get 

tired, you can see the adderall in my eyes 

Tyga said he got the drop on the album 

Fuck it slide and shoot up the block 

Niggas know how we come through 

G5 out the sunroof 

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Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great 

I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play 

I stole them, ran them bags before an hour hit 

So many blue hundreds they stickin' 

like they counterfeit, I print this shit 

Whole lot of ones, I'm in the cut, I'm going dumb-dumb 

I'm sippin' act', and that shit real deal, do you want some? 

Sames one that tryin' run with the clique 

Be the same ones that throwing subs at the clique 

Main vision when I'm fuckin' ya bitch, I ain't gonna say shit 

We use trap out my ma house, turn the condo to a hideout 

We can't be fuckin' at my house, niggas be runnin' they damn mouth 

Walk down on them broad daylight, it ain't no funny, no drive-by 

I'm cool on the love and the high-fives 

You niggas can't keep up with my guys 

You can't get all this drip in a lifetime 

I got out and ran it up at the right time 

We got Dracos whenever it's nighttime 

We ain't ever gonna stop at the stop sign 

When the wifey, I told 'em I want to shine 

Then the coupe quarter million, they wiped me down 

I'm running this town, everything they say fake news 

Can't take that, new Lamborghini 18 

Only thing I do is make cream, I don't why these niggas hating 

Only thing I do is drink lean, rest in peace to Fredo Santana 

I just keep buying all these phantoms 

I don't want to go out like that, only thing I know is get racks 

Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great 

I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play 

I stole them, ran them bags before an hour hit 

So many blue hundreds they stickin' 

like they counterfeit, I print this shit 

Whole lot of ones, I'm in the cut, I'm going dumb-dumb 

I'm sippin' act', and that shit real deal, do you want some? 

Sames one that tryin' run with the clique 

Be the same ones that throwing subs at the clique 

Main vision when I'm fuckin' ya bitch, I ain't gonna say shit