LIL Stro

Kapital hat on my head, but I don't cap tho
They think we the reason that he dead, he just got backdoored
My young niggas sick in the head, come shoot up the candlelight
We get chicken like we flipping birds, sippin lean,...
I'm doing wrong so we could be right
Rocking baggy jeans they usually tight
What the fuck is that nigga, damn that's light
I remember them days spent my last on a site
All this rap shit got me reaching new heights
They jacking my style need to get copyright
I'm calling plays like ... all night
She ain't bad enough that ain't even my type
I'm a wrld tour boy we into fashion, rapping, moving pounds
And I told you I don't know what happened to that nigga, I was outta town
I watch my dog turn nothing into sum, that shit made me proud

Sexy lil bitch like foxy brown, she let me slut her out
I'm tryna drive this motherfucker, but I can't her head in my crouch
My team depending on me, I hit home runs like Mike trout
Fuck the gram, press a nigga in real life make em log out
It was all bad we ain't have shit, now look at us we ball now

I can tell you don't want no spinach like your name Timmy
I got to many hoes my swag they just keep diggin
We in Paris spending euros fucking foreign bitches
Don't put me in no box, lil hoe Tony stark aint got no limits
They ask me what bag, I'ma tell em bitch the biggest
I ain't worried about no image I'm just tryna dodge them prisons
First he was a snake now he a rat, terrible transition
Niggas never listen, that's why they always having failed missions
And I aint go to cass but in that booth ima technician
Veeze yelling stro, I say stro that mean lets get it
She be tryna clout up, before we fuck she pray I bust in it
I'm smoking this weed like Wiz Khalifa, posted in the cut with it



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Writer(s): Milton Bass
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