I’m Straight (Clean)

I'm Straight (Clean) - Lil Baby

Producer：Quay Global

Yeah

Cook that sh*t up Quay

I look up I see I got bout seven rides in the streets

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 sold a hundred bags before an hour hit

So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit I print this sh*t

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

I'm sippin' act' and that sh*t real deal do you want some

Same one that tryin' run with the clique

Be the same ones that throwing salt at the clique

Main reason I'm f**kin' ya b**ch I ain't gonna say sh*t

I asked you about it you lied

You asked me about it I kept it 100 I'm nothin' like these other guys

I really spent two thousand on kicks and only wear 'em one time

Something about a n**ga mind frame

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

Two hundred h*es in my call log and they ain't got not a name saved

Took her out the hood put her on the drip

Now I got her rockin' name brand

Me and Ced 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

F**k it slide and shoot up the block

N**gas know how we come through

G5 out the sunroof

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 sold a hundred bags before an hour hit

So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit I print this sh*t

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

I'm sippin' act' and that sh*t real deal do you want some

Same one that tryin' run with the clique

Be the same ones that throwing salt at the clique

Main reason I'm f**kin' ya b**ch I ain't gonna say sh*t

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

We can't be f**kin' at my house n**gas be runnin' they d**n mouth

Walk down on them broad daylight it ain't no fun in no drive by

I'm cool on the love and the high fives

You n**gas 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

Went to wafi 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 n**gas hating

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

I just keep on buying all these fantas

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 sold a hundred bags before an hour hit

So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit I print this sh*t

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

I'm sippin' act' and that sh*t real deal do you want some

Same one that tryin' run with the clique

Be the same ones that throwing salt at the clique

Main reason I'm f**kin' ya b**ch I ain't gonna say sh*t