Strapped
Everybody strapped, nigga ridin wit iron
Pop out anywhere, they say I'm crossin da line
Bitch you know im out dat boot, they goin dumb and it's live
Bullets penetratin' bricks, you can run, but can't hide, nigga
Everybody got they stick
Nigga play he gone get hit
Make em shut this bitch down, while she dancin on my dick
Big booty, white bitch
She gone cut up when she lit
Pop some bottles, ima light dat pressure
Potent in this bitch
Every time she take a hit, she go to chokin in dis bitch
Set the vibe, turn on Kevin Gates, strokin in this bitch
Diamonds wet, see me drippin' like a ocean in this bitch
Niggas muggin', they just bet not come approach me in dis bitch
Up da toaster, ima roast em
Whoever dive
On my mama, I'm a soldier
Its in my eyes
But when im dumb, bitch, I be dumb
Ian got no mind
Say you gone what
Bat da fuck outcha, and leave ya blind
Dat boy trippin' bout a bitch and she ain't even fine
Won't even let her suck my dick, cause she ain't worth a dime
Makin threats ah get you killed, better use a nine
It's choppa city right outside, run out there, you dyin
Bitch
Everybody strapped, nigga ridin with iron
Pop out anywhere, they say I'm crossin da line
Bitch you know im out dat boot, they goin dumb and it's live
Bullets penetratin' bricks, you can run, but can't hide, nigga
Turn around and tuck yo tail, dats a body bag
Best chance you got is gettin low, and tryna send em back
Fuck a nigga tho im thuggin
In dis bitch goin' ham, wanna hit some hoes cus they bussin
I remember back when bitches used to laugh at a nigga
Now they wanna have my baby, wanna smash a li nigga
Cus every time they see me im spendin cash, dat li nigga go dumb
Always stay with his gun, and I admit that he fly
Ina middle of da party, turnt up to da sky
Get it in with ah nigga, end up blowin' my high
Ounce of purple ina air, got ah pack in da ride
Bitch i do my own thang, it's you rockin or not
Go where i want, come run up on me and some niggas gone die
Ion need no gang wimme ima up it and fire
Nigga talkin' like he gangsta, bitch im dat too
These niggas actin' like they thugs, like they bulletproof
And that's that shit that get you whacked
Dats dat shit dat get you chopped
.223 or .556 to penetrate yo top
Bitch
Everybody strapped, nigga ridin with iron
Pop out anywhere, they say I'm crossin da line
Bitch you know im out dat boot, they goin dumb and it's live
Bullets penetratin' bricks, you can run, but can't hide, nigga
Pop out anywhere, they say I'm crossin da line
Bitch you know im out dat boot, they goin dumb and it's live
Bullets penetratin' bricks, you can run, but can't hide, nigga
Everybody got they stick
Nigga play he gone get hit
Make em shut this bitch down, while she dancin on my dick
Big booty, white bitch
She gone cut up when she lit
Pop some bottles, ima light dat pressure
Potent in this bitch
Every time she take a hit, she go to chokin in dis bitch
Set the vibe, turn on Kevin Gates, strokin in this bitch
Diamonds wet, see me drippin' like a ocean in this bitch
Niggas muggin', they just bet not come approach me in dis bitch
Up da toaster, ima roast em
Whoever dive
On my mama, I'm a soldier
Its in my eyes
But when im dumb, bitch, I be dumb
Ian got no mind
Say you gone what
Bat da fuck outcha, and leave ya blind
Dat boy trippin' bout a bitch and she ain't even fine
Won't even let her suck my dick, cause she ain't worth a dime
Makin threats ah get you killed, better use a nine
It's choppa city right outside, run out there, you dyin
Bitch
Everybody strapped, nigga ridin with iron
Pop out anywhere, they say I'm crossin da line
Bitch you know im out dat boot, they goin dumb and it's live
Bullets penetratin' bricks, you can run, but can't hide, nigga
Turn around and tuck yo tail, dats a body bag
Best chance you got is gettin low, and tryna send em back
Fuck a nigga tho im thuggin
In dis bitch goin' ham, wanna hit some hoes cus they bussin
I remember back when bitches used to laugh at a nigga
Now they wanna have my baby, wanna smash a li nigga
Cus every time they see me im spendin cash, dat li nigga go dumb
Always stay with his gun, and I admit that he fly
Ina middle of da party, turnt up to da sky
Get it in with ah nigga, end up blowin' my high
Ounce of purple ina air, got ah pack in da ride
Bitch i do my own thang, it's you rockin or not
Go where i want, come run up on me and some niggas gone die
Ion need no gang wimme ima up it and fire
Nigga talkin' like he gangsta, bitch im dat too
These niggas actin' like they thugs, like they bulletproof
And that's that shit that get you whacked
Dats dat shit dat get you chopped
.223 or .556 to penetrate yo top
Bitch
Everybody strapped, nigga ridin with iron
Pop out anywhere, they say I'm crossin da line
Bitch you know im out dat boot, they goin dumb and it's live
Bullets penetratin' bricks, you can run, but can't hide, nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Zaderrick Mcmorris
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