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yyaw - strap lyrics
[chorus]
had to get a strap cuz i used to trap
strapped up and these bullets be going
diamonds on a n-gga, thought a n-gga was glowing
draco wit hunnit round drum, yea these b-tches be blowing
[verse 1]
f-ck these hands in a fight
hit a n-gga with an elbow
who the f-ck knockin on my door
i look through the peephole
and i see 5 o
then i let the f-ckin draco blow
then grabbed all the pecos
f-ck the law
i do what i want when i say so
grabbed the c0ke
cuz i was baking but with no dough-
then ran throw the back with the bag –
loui v. belt on me so i don’t f-ckin sag
i see the shots like 2k but i’m not agg
i don’t lose but they call it lag
a word that goes with duck and yo b-tch
f-ck!!
running pickup games like they trucks
shootin for the star like the bucks
barely rock adidas, f-ck the flux
chick fil an order a deluxe
cuz it’s for big guys
yo b-tch looking at my diamond and she got big eyes
i’ll take a size 11 in all shoes, that’s big size
6th grade in music cl-ss i played suit and ties
i said it had no curse words, i mother f-cking lied
[speach]
it was like the last day and we was like doing karaoke in music cl-ss
i guess
they was like yaw you should sing
i was like i know i can sing little b-tch
and then i couldn’t think of a song
so i picked suit and ties thinking it had no curse words
then the teacher got mad and n0body could sing
[chorus]
had to get a strap cuz i used to trap
strapped up and these bullets be going
diamonds on a n-gga, thought a n-gga was glowing
draco wit a hunnit round drum, yea these b-tches be blowing
[verse 2]
red on a n-gga like wine
white gold on my wrist around the time
sn-tch a n-gga chain
take a n-gga main
i don’t give a f-ck who he is
he shooting the shots like the wiz
a hunnit bullets and ain’t one hit me like a bee
from the dmv
and yo b-tch suckin on the d
she ain’t have no coupon but i let the whole group on
i’m on the rise like the dawn
like i’m the mother f-cking sun
cuz you’re my f-ckin son
caught a body on my gun so i did the run
50 cops behind me
i’m a shooter and i’m rich call me q da fool
drove the car through a house
wrecked the car in the pool
i’m in high school
n-ggas tripping like they in preschool
i ain’t getting bagged like they pants this ain’t no old school
n-ggas don’t know
n-ggas don’t know but i do what i want
ill kick you in a fight like a punt
hit my phone if u wanna smoke a blunt
if you wanna hit a j
you not gonna be ok
like when the choppa spray at yo f-cking face
[chorus]
had to get a strap cuz i used to trap
strapped up and these bullets be going
diamonds on a n-gga, thought a n-gga was glowing
draco wit hunnit round drum, yea these b-tches be blowing
[verse 3]
put a n-gga to bed
when the stick aimed at ya head
dropped shoot a n-gga, now that n-gga dead
rest in peace to my bruvas
gonna be rest in peace to ya muvas
cuz i keep the strap under my shirt
n-gga talking sh-t
then he gonna be quick to get put in the dirt
lil b-tch
you gonna get wet like a l!ck
when i hit a f-ckin l!ck
lil b-tch
ima pull up with a stick
you and jimmy gonna get robbed for yo shoes
lil b-tch!
like they jimmy choos
lil b-tch!
you gonna the sing the blues
lil b-tch
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