Straight Dust by Jake Haw

Even when I squint see my eyes green talk money no prints on the crime scene
A warrior shooter on the top team make your top lean pigs dirty not a cop clean

I need money need rocks gleaming
I need penthouse suites I need the top treatment
The fortune teller in the future I am not dreaming
And those who want me to Jett just know I'm not leaving

Still I might hop on a jet soon spend a few racks down in vegas to get loose casino winnings hit the strip trying get rich will you  be online getting blocked over dick pics

Fuck your bitch shit I'm here to make bands
Hit en with a hook to the head before the straight lands take your own Heater out your waist band why you got a luger you a loser with a spray tan

Bitch I ain't the cops why your hands up
I'm the champ you a teeny bopper with a Man bun  I put your sister on the cam once now now she's hooked I'm  a legend with the damn tongue

Jake haw got the foul rhythm talking bout your dad is a cop you little Ralph wiggum make a couple calls let the shells hit him ego by the death of em know that his pride fell wit him

Just know it that's how I dealt with him

• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• hardcore hip-hop
• underground hip hop
• Canada