Strapped Up
Dirty Sprite
I be sippin' on this limelight
Don't no cop turn left, get yo' time right
That bitch a ten, so I cut the pussy nine lives (ah, yay)
Eight niggas net beefin', cryin' down my timeline
If you ain't gone cum, bitch don't come over
And don't be talkin' shit out your cum holder (shut your mouth)
Aye, a nigga want somethin', he get slumped over
Aye, he thuggin' off that pill, but won't slide sober
Rock solid, bitch, I'm built different, aye
Off a cup of that drank bitch, I feel different
Aye, niggas left me hangin', and I'm still with it (aye)
Make 'em starve, while I eat up this meal ticket
Damn, I done popped out with ten (aye)
But that ain't nothin', 'cause these bitches comprehend (aye)
Fuck a friend, bitch, it's still a FN (aye)
Take the sour, then I bring the rest in (aye, uh)
Said I'm strapped (strapped) up (up) and I'm back actin' stupid (actin' stupid)
I'm from the city where we rob, tap in to it (tap in to it)
Crossed State lines, back in Massachusetts (back in)
He think he fit, well this tub leave him suited
Said I'm strapped (strapped) up (up) and I'm back actin' stupid (actin' stupid)
I'm from the city where we rob, tap in to it (tap in to it)
Crossed State lines back in Massachusetts (in Massachusetts)
He think he fit, well this choppa leave him suited (aye)
Keep a tool, just in case I gotta finish a problem
I'on never leave the strap, and I ain't talkin' condoms
I'on never leave the house if they ain't talkin' commas
Gave his son a couple dollas, when I fucked his baby momma
Yeah, I'm stupid as fuck
Since he live by the gun, the Glock suited him up
She don't use no teeth, but she chewin' it up
I'm a fool off the Henny, I'm a get me a nut
We, strapped up, let us in through the back door
Glock with no lock, just in case I get backed on
Roger up with Sammy, I ain't talkin' 'bout a black a hoe
G 21, that's my mo'fuckin' fat hoe
I'on cuff broke bitches, I'on fuck hoe bitches
Niggas claim it's beef, and I'on even know niggas
Certain niggas you gotta fuck with from a long distance
I was born to be a boss, so I don't listen (aye, aye)
Said I'm strapped (strapped) up (up) and I'm back actin' stupid (actin' stupid)
I'm from the city where we rob, tap in to it (tap in to it)
Crossed State lines, back in Massachusetts (back in)
He think he fit, well this tub leave him suited
Said I'm strapped (strapped) up (up) and I'm back actin' stupid (actin' stupid)
I'm from the city where we rob, tap in to it (tap in to it)
Crossed State lines back in Massachusetts (in Massachusetts)
He think he fit, well this choppa leave him suited (aye)
Strapped up in this bitch, with them big toasters
Strapped up like we finna ride a roller coaster
Where I'm from, they leave you stinkin', that's a bad odor
Hot nigga, but your bitch say I'm way colder
Been fuckin' OG bitches since I got older
Hi-Tec got me leanin' Young Dro's Shoulder
Niggas mad, 'cause they bitch want a GBO poster (aye)
Vroom, vroom in that Cooch a V8 Motor (aye)
They don't want problems, bitch, we way bolder (aye)
Suckers claim they want smoke, just like a free loader
Until they see that big chop ten times a Stroller
Until we leave they face bent, lookin' like a folder
Kentucky Fried Chicken, if yo' bitch a goer
I don't back niggas, call me that front door
No BDK, but we insane
Keep a lotta soldiers with me, that new major came in (aye, aye)
Said I'm strapped (strapped) up (up) and I'm back actin' stupid (actin' stupid)
I'm from the city where we rob, tap in to it (tap in to it)
Crossed State lines, back in Massachusetts (back in)
He think he fit, well this tub leave him suited
Said I'm strapped (strapped) up (up) and I'm back actin' stupid (actin' stupid)
I'm from the city where we rob, tap in to it (tap in to it)
Crossed State lines back in Massachusetts (back in)
He think he fit, well this choppa leave him suited (aye, aye, aye)
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
I be sippin' on this limelight
Don't no cop turn left, get yo' time right
That bitch a ten, so I cut the pussy nine lives (ah, yay)
Eight niggas net beefin', cryin' down my timeline
If you ain't gone cum, bitch don't come over
And don't be talkin' shit out your cum holder (shut your mouth)
Aye, a nigga want somethin', he get slumped over
Aye, he thuggin' off that pill, but won't slide sober
Rock solid, bitch, I'm built different, aye
Off a cup of that drank bitch, I feel different
Aye, niggas left me hangin', and I'm still with it (aye)
Make 'em starve, while I eat up this meal ticket
Damn, I done popped out with ten (aye)
But that ain't nothin', 'cause these bitches comprehend (aye)
Fuck a friend, bitch, it's still a FN (aye)
Take the sour, then I bring the rest in (aye, uh)
Said I'm strapped (strapped) up (up) and I'm back actin' stupid (actin' stupid)
I'm from the city where we rob, tap in to it (tap in to it)
Crossed State lines, back in Massachusetts (back in)
He think he fit, well this tub leave him suited
Said I'm strapped (strapped) up (up) and I'm back actin' stupid (actin' stupid)
I'm from the city where we rob, tap in to it (tap in to it)
Crossed State lines back in Massachusetts (in Massachusetts)
He think he fit, well this choppa leave him suited (aye)
Keep a tool, just in case I gotta finish a problem
I'on never leave the strap, and I ain't talkin' condoms
I'on never leave the house if they ain't talkin' commas
Gave his son a couple dollas, when I fucked his baby momma
Yeah, I'm stupid as fuck
Since he live by the gun, the Glock suited him up
She don't use no teeth, but she chewin' it up
I'm a fool off the Henny, I'm a get me a nut
We, strapped up, let us in through the back door
Glock with no lock, just in case I get backed on
Roger up with Sammy, I ain't talkin' 'bout a black a hoe
G 21, that's my mo'fuckin' fat hoe
I'on cuff broke bitches, I'on fuck hoe bitches
Niggas claim it's beef, and I'on even know niggas
Certain niggas you gotta fuck with from a long distance
I was born to be a boss, so I don't listen (aye, aye)
Said I'm strapped (strapped) up (up) and I'm back actin' stupid (actin' stupid)
I'm from the city where we rob, tap in to it (tap in to it)
Crossed State lines, back in Massachusetts (back in)
He think he fit, well this tub leave him suited
Said I'm strapped (strapped) up (up) and I'm back actin' stupid (actin' stupid)
I'm from the city where we rob, tap in to it (tap in to it)
Crossed State lines back in Massachusetts (in Massachusetts)
He think he fit, well this choppa leave him suited (aye)
Strapped up in this bitch, with them big toasters
Strapped up like we finna ride a roller coaster
Where I'm from, they leave you stinkin', that's a bad odor
Hot nigga, but your bitch say I'm way colder
Been fuckin' OG bitches since I got older
Hi-Tec got me leanin' Young Dro's Shoulder
Niggas mad, 'cause they bitch want a GBO poster (aye)
Vroom, vroom in that Cooch a V8 Motor (aye)
They don't want problems, bitch, we way bolder (aye)
Suckers claim they want smoke, just like a free loader
Until they see that big chop ten times a Stroller
Until we leave they face bent, lookin' like a folder
Kentucky Fried Chicken, if yo' bitch a goer
I don't back niggas, call me that front door
No BDK, but we insane
Keep a lotta soldiers with me, that new major came in (aye, aye)
Said I'm strapped (strapped) up (up) and I'm back actin' stupid (actin' stupid)
I'm from the city where we rob, tap in to it (tap in to it)
Crossed State lines, back in Massachusetts (back in)
He think he fit, well this tub leave him suited
Said I'm strapped (strapped) up (up) and I'm back actin' stupid (actin' stupid)
I'm from the city where we rob, tap in to it (tap in to it)
Crossed State lines back in Massachusetts (back in)
He think he fit, well this choppa leave him suited (aye, aye, aye)
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Michael Sherman, Hamish John Muir, Damaria Walker, Daryl Dove
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