Correction Lyrics Going Str8 in, Pt. 3 by NLE Choppa

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They like "Damn, he came back with three", uh (Uh)
B*t*h, we took ova da streets
If a n***a don't like me, b*t*h,we can meet, yah
Or we gon' pull up where he be
Hot young n***a and I'm only 18
You see these racks bustin' out my jeans
Big Backwoods, I done turnt to a fiend
I'm deep in the field—
(They like "Damn, he came back with three")
(Damn, son, where'd you find this?)

They like "Damn, he came back with three", uh (Uh)
B*t*h, you too thug for the street (Too thug for the street)
If a n***a don't like me, b*t*h, we can meet (we can meet, n***a, yeah)
Or we gon' pull up where he be
Hot young n***a and I'm only eighteen (Yeah)
You see these racks bustin' out my jeans
Big Backwoods, I done turnt to a fiend (Done turnt to a fiend, ayy)
I'm deep in the field, with no cleats
I want me a M, won't stop 'til I get it (Ayy)
We gun 'em down, leave no witness (Leave no witness)
Load up a round, go handle they business, yah (Go handle they business)
Lots of guap, b*t*h, I got plenty (Yeah)
If he play, put one in his fitted (Put one in his fitted)
Get the Drac', put one in his kidney (Yeah, yeah)
These n***as lame, they gossip like some b*t*hes (They lame)
My d**k in they mouth, yea im who they mention (Hold on)
Wait
I heard a n***a say they want smoke (Say they want smoke)
Yeah, we gon' pull up on em hit em with the pole (Boom-boom-boom)
F**k it, might as well kick the door (might as well kick the door)
Lame-a** n***a pillow talkin to these hoes (Ayy)
Them the same n***as gone get put on swole  (Put on swol)
Lame-a** n***a,  hatin cause they broke
Im the only young n***a gettin a rac for a show (Getttin' a rack for a show)
With the steets on lock, n***a with no code (No code)
And I won't, respond to you n***as on the internet
Dats the same sh*t thats gone getchu n***as wacked (Get you n***as wet)
Shoot up that car, put that b*t*h on flat
IAnd he want see tomar put 2 in his back
I'm a fly young n***a, no jetlag (No jetlag)
Hit her from the back, while I'm counting up backends
Pullin' out her hair, she gon' need some new tracks in (Ayy, new tracks in)
She wanna cuff, but that b*t*h too rachet (She too rachet)
I turn dope, the money, that's magic (That's magic)
Fresh as f**k like I hopped out a casket (Like I hopped out a casket)
I'm really havin' this sh*t, I ain't braggin' (I ain't braggin')
Don't ask for no feature, I'm taxin' (I'm taxin', n***a)
If he flex too hard, we gon' jack him (We gon' jack him)
Try to get tough, my n***a gon' smash him (Bap)
Young n***a sh*t comin' straight out the Jackson
They like "Damn, he came back with three", uh (Uh)
B*t*h, we took ova the streets (Took ova the streets)
If a n***a don't like me, b*t*h, we can meet(We can meet, n***a, yeah)
Or we gon' pull up where he be
Hot young n***a and I'm only eighteen (Yeah)
You see these racks bustin' out my jeans
Big Backwoods, I done turnt to a fiend (Done turnt to a fiend, ayy)
I'm deep in the field, with no cleats
I want me a M, won't stop 'til I get it (Ayy)
We gun 'em down, leave no witness (Leave no witness)
Load up a round, go handle they business, yah (Go handle they business)
Lots of guap, b*t*h, I got plenty (Yeah)
If he play, put one in his fitted (Put one in his fitted)
Get the Drac', put one in his kidney (Yeah, yeah)
These n***as lame, they gone gossip to b*t*hes  (They lame)
My d**k in they mouth, yea im who they mention (Hold on)

Mask on, glove tight, where the opps at?
Dumb b*t*h got the drop where the spot at
Pull up and you know we gon' pop at
Hunnid Deep with the gang like a moshpit (Yeah)
Just like the garbage, you know that we dumpin'
Yeah, I'm the shooter, but you know I'm thumpin'
These bullets go wild, you know that they jumpin'
Two drums on the chop, we shootin' a hundred
Retire for fighting, hit him with the stick
Rob him out his money, we hittin' them licks
And just like a bomb, I'm ready to tick
The Glock on my hip, it poke out my 'fit
Slide on a opp, call it LeBron James
Two Glocks on me, with the Drac' thing
Check the forecast, n***a, I'ma make it rain
All white Louis suit like cocaine
Shotta Fam, the gang, you run up, get whacked
My shooters behind me, they watchin' my back
I slide in the traffic, the Glock in my lap
N***a move wrong, he gonna get smacked
Big dawg on the n***a like a Great Dane (Hurr)
Finessin' and stressin', we leaving a stain
Gang, b*t*h, gang, gang
B*t*h-a** n***a, NLE sh*t
Ha, Shotta Fam or scram, ho

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