Straight To It Lyrics – Fredo Bang

Read the full Straight To It lyrics by Fredo Bang along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Fredo Bang’s music, you can also explore Polyester and Airball, two other songs by Fredo Bang.

[Intro]
(Once again, I’m locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Shut up, let’s fu*k, huh
Straight to the point, I’m getting straight to it
Shut up, let’s fu*k
Ain’t no Netflix, ain’t tryna chill, b!tch

[Verse 1]
We can get it on the floor (Floor) or get it in a ride (Ride)

Wherever you wanna go, I got you, I’m that type of guy
Yeah, I’m gon’ cream that pie (Uh-huh), huh, like my b!tches bi, huh (Uh-huh)
Knowing I’m doing my s*it because you rolling back your eyes (Yeah, yeah)
Hop on top that d!ck (Okay), baby, ride that s*it, huh (Okay)
Open up her mouth, yeah, now we swapping spit, yeah
She want me to pay up bills, I say, “No deal,” she get this pickle, yeah
Like my b!tch is red and ratchet, I break that d!ck off in GloRilla (GloRilla)

[Chorus]
Shut up, let’s fu*k, huh
Straight to the point, I’m getting straight to it
Shut up, let’s fu*k
Ain’t no Netflix, ain’t tryna chill, b!tch

[Verse 2]
I say, “Woah, woah” (I say, “Woah”), baby, body goals (Baby, goals)
Slim thick, pretty b!tch, Rubi Rose, mm (I got that Ghost)
She gon’ blow my whistle like a coach (She on go)
Told her, “Head, shoulder, knees,” touch your toes” (Touch your toes)
Yeah, head, shoulder, knees, touch your toes (Touch your toes)
Huh and if she don’t fu*k me, she gon’ fu*k my bro, yeah
I’m a gangster, if we fu*k, nobody gon’ know (Mm, mm, mm)
I whip your macaroni like it’s on the stove (Woah, woah)

[Bridge]

I whip your macaroni like it’s on the stove (Head, shoulder, knees, touch your toes)
I whip your macaroni like it’s on the stove (Head, shoulder, knees, touch your toes)
I whip your macaroni like it’s on the stove (Head, shoulder, knees, touch your toes)
I whip your macaroni like it’s on the stove (Go and shake that ass to show your mama made a ho, ayy)

[Chorus]
Shut up, let’s fu*k, huh
Straight to the point, I’m getting straight to it
Shut up, let’s fu*k
Ain’t no Netflix, ain’t tryna chill, b!tch (Chill, I’m tryna—)
Shut up, let’s fu*k, huh
Straight to the point, I’m getting straight to it
Shut up, let’s fu*k
Ain’t no Netflix, ain’t tryna chill, b!tch

[Outro]
Huh, straight to the point, I’m getting straight to it
Go and shake that ass to show your mama made a ho, ayy