"You Ain't Straight" lyrics
Yeah
Yeah
Young Dolph, Paper Route mob, look
Nigga wanna be cool but you ain't straight, boy (Ah)
Nigga, you fake, boy, I see it on your face, boy (Your face, boy)
I'm shootin' pistols, I ain't got shit to say, boy
Go and ask your bitch how my dick taste, boy (How my dick taste?)
Count a lot of money, I burn a lot of dro (Lot of dro)
That Ruger like my shadow, it's with me everywhere I go (Everywhere I go)
They say I leave a strong scent everywhere I smoke
I'm smokin' on the best, ma, you already know
Granddaddy purp, you can smell it on my clothes
Walkin', bent a Honda, smellin' like a couple of bowls
Finished eatin', back to the trap, we never close (Never close)
No time for bitches 'cause I'm usually sellin' O's
I double every time, that's why I be sellin' those (Yeah)
I ain't got time for it is what I'm tellin' hoes (Yeah)
Nothing but good dreams is what I'm sellin' hoes (Yeah)
Eleventh grade, sellin' pounds and bankrolls (Yeah)
Twelfth grade, stacks on deck that can't fold (Can't fold)
Name one type of weed that I ain't sold (Yeah)
Stay strapped, take mines? I don't think so (I don't think so)
A lot of suckers want to beat me but they can't though (But they can't though)
That nigga constantly gettin' out and goin' back to jail (Going back to jail)
I heard you tellin' it on every nigga with a scale (Heard you telling)
Your boy got popped, negotiatin' with the narcs
A week later, now they goin' up in your spot
Man, them niggas tellin', they ain't thoroughbred
They get to thinkin' about them years and get their thorough scared (Yeah)
Pussy ass nigga talkin' about what niggas serve (Yeah)
Parrot ass nigga tellin' shit word for word
Look, I ain't goin' to lie, I'm the shit, dog (I'm the shit, dog)
Bet twenty racks that I'll fuck your bitch, dog (I'll fuck your bitch, dog)
Young ign'ant ass nigga, a fool in this booth (Fool in this booth)
Ain't a nigga fuckin' with me, homie, that's the truth (Yeah)
Nigga, step to that plate, I embarrass you (Yeah)
That kush got me high as fuck, I need a parachute (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm smokin' on the best, I ain't got to brag (Yeah)
Young nigga gettin' money, keep them suckers mad (Yeah)
Little nigga, big blunts, big pockets (Bitch)
The reefer man told him, "Rubber bands, fuck a wallet" (Bitch)
They say, "Who is that cocky ass young nigga?" (Bitch)
This young scrilla, Young Dolph, this young Hilter (Bitch)
Keep a bankroll on me and a box of swishers (That's right)
I was blowin' Mike Tyson kush, that one hitter quitter (Wow)
What you know about that? I'm smokin' good, boy
Fire up a blunt that'll stank up the whole hood, boy (Smoke good)
Smokin' big blunts, thankin' God I'm still here
I almost died twice just last year
Sellin', drove around with my fully loaded weapon
To tell the truth, I wasn't close to seein' '07 (Yeah)
Look, I fuck with Mary Jane, I don't need a ho (Fuck a ho)
I put that bitch on the track, she bring back the dough (She bring back the dough)
Cash thuggin', turn a P, it's goin' down (It's goin' down)
We getting fast money and don't plan on slowin' down (Don't plan on slowin' down)
We on the paper route, call us them paper boys (Call us them paper boys)
Nigga, one house with six different flavors, boy (Six different flavors, boy)
I ain't sugarcoatin' shit, a lot of niggas fake (Them niggas fake)
That nigga ain't your dog if you don't want to see you straight (Fuck him)
Yeah, I fuck with Big Daddy, yeah, I fuck with Murder (What up Murder?)
Me and T back in the corner smokin' purple (Good purple)
Lost plenty of real niggas but we still grind
I hear my boy Big Boot tellin' me, "Nigga, it's y'all time" (What up Big Boot?)
Had the pounds, put the scale up, go to the yo (The yo)
Put that regular up, we rollin' up exotic smoke (Exotic smoke)
Them boys in the hood know we keep exotic dro (Exotic dro)
They six hundreds, it's better for them exotic O's (Exotic O's)
I hope you ready nigga, sit back, it's my turn (It's my turn)
I spit dro, nigga, they want to hear this kush burn (Yeah)
Nigga, I switch bitches up like I switch flavors
Work hours nine to five, I'm in Castalia (Dolph)
Yeah
Young Dolph, Paper Route mob, look
Nigga wanna be cool but you ain't straight, boy (Ah)
Nigga, you fake, boy, I see it on your face, boy (Your face, boy)
I'm shootin' pistols, I ain't got shit to say, boy
Go and ask your bitch how my dick taste, boy (How my dick taste?)
Count a lot of money, I burn a lot of dro (Lot of dro)
That Ruger like my shadow, it's with me everywhere I go (Everywhere I go)
They say I leave a strong scent everywhere I smoke
I'm smokin' on the best, ma, you already know
Granddaddy purp, you can smell it on my clothes
Walkin', bent a Honda, smellin' like a couple of bowls
Finished eatin', back to the trap, we never close (Never close)
No time for bitches 'cause I'm usually sellin' O's
I double every time, that's why I be sellin' those (Yeah)
I ain't got time for it is what I'm tellin' hoes (Yeah)
Nothing but good dreams is what I'm sellin' hoes (Yeah)
Eleventh grade, sellin' pounds and bankrolls (Yeah)
Twelfth grade, stacks on deck that can't fold (Can't fold)
Name one type of weed that I ain't sold (Yeah)
Stay strapped, take mines? I don't think so (I don't think so)
A lot of suckers want to beat me but they can't though (But they can't though)
That nigga constantly gettin' out and goin' back to jail (Going back to jail)
I heard you tellin' it on every nigga with a scale (Heard you telling)
Your boy got popped, negotiatin' with the narcs
A week later, now they goin' up in your spot
Man, them niggas tellin', they ain't thoroughbred
They get to thinkin' about them years and get their thorough scared (Yeah)
Pussy ass nigga talkin' about what niggas serve (Yeah)
Parrot ass nigga tellin' shit word for word
Look, I ain't goin' to lie, I'm the shit, dog (I'm the shit, dog)
Bet twenty racks that I'll fuck your bitch, dog (I'll fuck your bitch, dog)
Young ign'ant ass nigga, a fool in this booth (Fool in this booth)
Ain't a nigga fuckin' with me, homie, that's the truth (Yeah)
Nigga, step to that plate, I embarrass you (Yeah)
That kush got me high as fuck, I need a parachute (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm smokin' on the best, I ain't got to brag (Yeah)
Young nigga gettin' money, keep them suckers mad (Yeah)
Little nigga, big blunts, big pockets (Bitch)
The reefer man told him, "Rubber bands, fuck a wallet" (Bitch)
They say, "Who is that cocky ass young nigga?" (Bitch)
This young scrilla, Young Dolph, this young Hilter (Bitch)
Keep a bankroll on me and a box of swishers (That's right)
I was blowin' Mike Tyson kush, that one hitter quitter (Wow)
What you know about that? I'm smokin' good, boy
Fire up a blunt that'll stank up the whole hood, boy (Smoke good)
Smokin' big blunts, thankin' God I'm still here
I almost died twice just last year
Sellin', drove around with my fully loaded weapon
To tell the truth, I wasn't close to seein' '07 (Yeah)
Look, I fuck with Mary Jane, I don't need a ho (Fuck a ho)
I put that bitch on the track, she bring back the dough (She bring back the dough)
Cash thuggin', turn a P, it's goin' down (It's goin' down)
We getting fast money and don't plan on slowin' down (Don't plan on slowin' down)
We on the paper route, call us them paper boys (Call us them paper boys)
Nigga, one house with six different flavors, boy (Six different flavors, boy)
I ain't sugarcoatin' shit, a lot of niggas fake (Them niggas fake)
That nigga ain't your dog if you don't want to see you straight (Fuck him)
Yeah, I fuck with Big Daddy, yeah, I fuck with Murder (What up Murder?)
Me and T back in the corner smokin' purple (Good purple)
Lost plenty of real niggas but we still grind
I hear my boy Big Boot tellin' me, "Nigga, it's y'all time" (What up Big Boot?)
Had the pounds, put the scale up, go to the yo (The yo)
Put that regular up, we rollin' up exotic smoke (Exotic smoke)
Them boys in the hood know we keep exotic dro (Exotic dro)
They six hundreds, it's better for them exotic O's (Exotic O's)
I hope you ready nigga, sit back, it's my turn (It's my turn)
I spit dro, nigga, they want to hear this kush burn (Yeah)
Nigga, I switch bitches up like I switch flavors
Work hours nine to five, I'm in Castalia (Dolph)
