Yeah yeah yeah
F*ck this bitch yeah I've got work
Trippy made this
Yeh yeah yah
Yeah they call me the straight shooter
Saying how it is never knew this
Leader of my pack you clueless
Shit hit the fan you choose us
That's for the one who loses
Shots for the one who boozes
Beggars can't be choosers
Better tell the truth you'll lose us
Tens shots for road
Road block shoot the po
Arrow through their soul
Can't feel the rope
Put down that perko perky
Death gun lead to purgatory
Not to heaven yet
Let me out the net
Held the best oh don't you worry
Ain't nobody wanna hit the ghost yeah
Ain't gunna hurry out my post yeah
Buddy come and raid want another gun
Better come to base to my face you boast
Yeah
Blessed got a chance I must
Tested with my luck I lust
Thank the god im fine i'm lost rank the times that I've cursed
Tiptoe dating little hottie
Blooded foot stood on ya body
Finna stand up with nobody
Freddys back clean up what i gotty
Standing pretty getting hotty
Found the same gore found a hobby
Took the path it's getting muddy
Slowly creeping getting sunny
Centre for the raw blow
Hit the raw blow
Ain't accounted for
Blows a pot of gold
Shoot another clip hot
Drip another rick rock
Tune on tiktok with a red dot blow
First let me get that
Second let me get ya snap
Best we chat for the rap then I black out at the club and damn I'm smashed
Yeah they call me the straight shooter
Saying how it is never knew this
Leader of my pack you clueless
Shit hit the fan you choose us
That's for the one who loses
Shots for the one who boozes
Beggars can't be choosers
Better tell the truth you'll lose us
Tens shots for road
Road block shoot the po
Arrow through their soul
Can't feel the rope
Put down that perko perky
Death gun lead to purgatory
Not to heaven yet
Let me out the net
Held the best oh don't you worry
Ain't nobody wanna hit the ghost yeah
Ain't gunna hurry out my post yeah
Buddy come and raid want another gun
Better come to base to my face you boast
Yeah
Blessed got a chance I must
Tested with my luck I lust
Thank the god im fine i'm lost rank the times that I've cursed
Yeah
Things i things I heard
Yeah
Things I things I heard
Yeah
F*ck this bitch yeah i've got work
Yeah
Things I things I heard
Yeah
F*ck this bitch yeah i've got work
Yeah
Things I things I heard
Yeah
F*ck this bitch yeah I've got work
Yeah
F*ck this bitch yeah I've got work
Tayne - Straight Shooter Lyrics
Tayne - Straight Shooter Lyrics
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Yeah yeah yeah
F*ck this bitch yeah I've got work
Trippy made this
Yeh yeah yah
Yeah they call me the straight shooter
Saying how it is never knew this
Leader of my pack you clueless
Shit hit the fan you choose us
That's for the one who loses
Shots for the one who boozes
Beggars can't be choosers
Better tell the truth you'll lose us
Tens shots for road
Road block shoot the po
Arrow through their soul
Can't feel the rope
Put down that perko perky
Death gun lead to purgatory
Not to heaven yet
Let me out the net
Held the best oh don't you worry
Ain't nobody wanna hit the ghost yeah
Ain't gunna hurry out my post yeah
Buddy come and raid want another gun
Better come to base to my face you boast
Yeah
Blessed got a chance I must
Tested with my luck I lust
Thank the god im fine i'm lost rank the times that I've cursed
Tiptoe dating little hottie
Blooded foot stood on ya body
Finna stand up with nobody
Freddys back clean up what i gotty
Standing pretty getting hotty
Found the same gore found a hobby
Took the path it's getting muddy
Slowly creeping getting sunny
Centre for the raw blow
Hit the raw blow
Ain't accounted for
Blows a pot of gold
Shoot another clip hot
Drip another rick rock
Tune on tiktok with a red dot blow
First let me get that
Second let me get ya snap
Best we chat for the rap then I black out at the club and damn I'm smashed
Yeah they call me the straight shooter
Saying how it is never knew this
Leader of my pack you clueless
Shit hit the fan you choose us
That's for the one who loses
Shots for the one who boozes
Beggars can't be choosers
Better tell the truth you'll lose us
Tens shots for road
Road block shoot the po
Arrow through their soul
Can't feel the rope
Put down that perko perky
Death gun lead to purgatory
Not to heaven yet
Let me out the net
Held the best oh don't you worry
Ain't nobody wanna hit the ghost yeah
Ain't gunna hurry out my post yeah
Buddy come and raid want another gun
Better come to base to my face you boast
Yeah
Blessed got a chance I must
Tested with my luck I lust
Thank the god im fine i'm lost rank the times that I've cursed
Yeah
Things i things I heard
Yeah
Things I things I heard
Yeah
F*ck this bitch yeah i've got work
Yeah
Things I things I heard
Yeah
F*ck this bitch yeah i've got work
Yeah
Things I things I heard
Yeah
F*ck this bitch yeah I've got work
Yeah
F*ck this bitch yeah I've got work
F*ck this bitch yeah I've got work
Trippy made this
Yeh yeah yah
Yeah they call me the straight shooter
Saying how it is never knew this
Leader of my pack you clueless
Shit hit the fan you choose us
That's for the one who loses
Shots for the one who boozes
Beggars can't be choosers
Better tell the truth you'll lose us
Tens shots for road
Road block shoot the po
Arrow through their soul
Can't feel the rope
Put down that perko perky
Death gun lead to purgatory
Not to heaven yet
Let me out the net
Held the best oh don't you worry
Ain't nobody wanna hit the ghost yeah
Ain't gunna hurry out my post yeah
Buddy come and raid want another gun
Better come to base to my face you boast
Yeah
Blessed got a chance I must
Tested with my luck I lust
Thank the god im fine i'm lost rank the times that I've cursed
Tiptoe dating little hottie
Blooded foot stood on ya body
Finna stand up with nobody
Freddys back clean up what i gotty
Standing pretty getting hotty
Found the same gore found a hobby
Took the path it's getting muddy
Slowly creeping getting sunny
Centre for the raw blow
Hit the raw blow
Ain't accounted for
Blows a pot of gold
Shoot another clip hot
Drip another rick rock
Tune on tiktok with a red dot blow
First let me get that
Second let me get ya snap
Best we chat for the rap then I black out at the club and damn I'm smashed
Yeah they call me the straight shooter
Saying how it is never knew this
Leader of my pack you clueless
Shit hit the fan you choose us
That's for the one who loses
Shots for the one who boozes
Beggars can't be choosers
Better tell the truth you'll lose us
Tens shots for road
Road block shoot the po
Arrow through their soul
Can't feel the rope
Put down that perko perky
Death gun lead to purgatory
Not to heaven yet
Let me out the net
Held the best oh don't you worry
Ain't nobody wanna hit the ghost yeah
Ain't gunna hurry out my post yeah
Buddy come and raid want another gun
Better come to base to my face you boast
Yeah
Blessed got a chance I must
Tested with my luck I lust
Thank the god im fine i'm lost rank the times that I've cursed
Yeah
Things i things I heard
Yeah
Things I things I heard
Yeah
F*ck this bitch yeah i've got work
Yeah
Things I things I heard
Yeah
F*ck this bitch yeah i've got work
Yeah
Things I things I heard
Yeah
F*ck this bitch yeah I've got work
Yeah
F*ck this bitch yeah I've got work
Writer: Tyler Burchell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid