Outlaw - Um Str8 lyrics

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Outlaw - Um Str8 lyrics

Pop Trap Wave 2 No thanks I'm straight I can't trip about a b**h I'ma po that lean straight I taste codeine up in my sh** X2 And don't worry bout what I'm bout to do, yea I'm just making my moves, yea Don't worry bout me Don't worry bout you Don't worry bout me you'll lose Don't worry bout me you'll lose I'm just making my moves, yea Don't worry bout what I'm bout to do Don't worry bout what I'm bout to do Don't worry bout me you'll lose f** a b**h and I can't lose Making money everyday I can't lose Don't worry bout me you'll lose Yea Don't worry bout me Better worry bout yourself Stop hating on me Upgrade with yourself Yea No way no where [Verse 1: Bando Wavey] I had to trap and came back w the rollie Don't know if she love me But that's what she told me I don't know bout these n***as But act like you owe me Don't know bout these n***as But act like you owe me Don't know if she freaky That b**h better show me Don't f** with these n***as Cuz they all below me I never give it up b**h I'm like kobe I never give it up b**h I'm like kobe Purple and yellow drank Mixing up Kobe n***as hate everywhere my momma told me b**hes be everywhere like they the coldest I let you's decides if you get promoted No thanks I'm straight I can't trip about a b**h I'ma po that lean straight I taste codeine up in my sh** Yea don't worry bout what I'm bout to do I'm just making my moves Don't worry bout me Don't worry bout you Don't worry bout me you'll lose Don't worry bout me you'll lose I'm just making my moves Don't worry bout what I'm bout to do Don't worry bout what I'm bout to do Don't worry bout me you'll lose f** a b**h and I can't lose Make money everyday I can't lose Don't worry bout me you'll lose [Verse 2: Outlaw] I pull up your b**h She gonna know me Keep 4 5 that b**h my lil whoodie I hop out and I'm fully loaded And these (???) Chips (?) by the Lotus I been up the past fews days Getting money every damn way Homie threw me on another plate Cut the sack Wavey booshie Most of these rappers be bustas I'm pulling up and I bust em I'm out the window, I'm duffin Just call my phone if it's something My name is Outlaw But they call me Flaco You plural (?) with my nachos I'm cracking your taco We loading em up And I throw on them gloves I'm coming to ya Purple dipping that bronco (?)