Lyrics:
Chopped Chewy on it
Boy, yo bitch at the dick and she go stupid on it
Behind the counter, smokin' henn pack with my Arab homies
Can't name a time, a nigga
hypnotized by the audio
Now the boys dance like strippers
Wear stretchy jeans fake pockets & mad zippers
Trust fund babies dress poor & claim hipster
would love to raise some hell for me
School boy so it's no going to jail for me
Gotta keep a strap by the door
Gotta keep a strap by the door
Gotta keep
porch with straps
You ain't from the fucking trap
Ayy, I can't serve you, I can't serve you
You was on the corner trippin'
I can't serve you, my young
about sounds so familiar (Yeahhhhh)
Can't make a move without the strap boy I feel ya
Been up a month ain't took a nap boy I feel ya
That shit you
You heard of my set
I'm from the project
You know my mindset
And I'm so crazy, crazy
You know where I'm at
Straps, we got that
Ain't gon' never
Makin' them bands on repeat, she wanna fuck with a G, G
Grabin my GG, pull out that strap, no BB
Pull out that strap, no Lesbo
They call me Percules,
they smashed off hella quick
Why them hoes was leaving me and Sonja see was plotting some gangster shit
So put this nine up in your bra strap
fire
And I puff til its gone, boy I'mma a rider
Strap up 'cause its on
What!!....Nigga thinks its cool to not wear a vest no mo'
Boy in this war,
I get that arab money like busta bus
I throw the condom on then I just rush to bust
Oh! oh! then I pop champagne
And I mix it with the goose it go
guerillas
Nigga....were....y'all....at, I'm a lil' tiger
And I wear....all....black full of that fire
And I puff til its gone, boy I'mma a rider
Strap up cuz
country very much"
Yeeehaw! Blacks, Whites, Arabs, Jews
Living side by side
In this country, if you know another like it
You're a fag
Arabs mad 'cause
country very much"
Yeeehaw! Blacks, Whites, Arabs, Jews
Living side by side
In this country, if you know another like it
You're a fag
Arabs mad 'cause
AP AP skurt AP AP
Glktt Gang Gang Gang
Hopping out the whip with the strap On me skurt
Lil nigga but I got the pack on me Bag
Slime a nigga plug for
The drive-bys double
'Cause the youth dem nah go a war
And go fight with knuckle
The two sides scuffle
Vietnam nah go a war
With no more kung fu nun chuckle
niggas is iffy
I cant get inna jam no i dont fuck with jiffy
Bro keep that blicky
Aye
You cant come to my land no you cannot evict me
I keep a strap by
rob 'em
Aaaaaaaaayye
I fell in love with this money and Violence
Aaaaaaaaayye
Strap by my side, who the fuck want Them problems
Whip
In the kitchen
as an angel of light
With his sparkling glitter
Trying to get me to follow like Twitter
But I ain't blown away
By every wind of trend like a blizzard
You
followed by the silence
When you in the MGB part of town
Like boy are are you dumb
Ain't no one told you I'm all bout my money I'm all bout these funds
Ain't
Bitch treat me like medicine
I swear to god she devil sent
Big ol stacks, they balancing
Got big boy straps I'm not panicking
Got big ol racks ,
Ninas on the side of them
Goonies on the side of them
Anybody can get it boy be careful on the side of them
These niggas are burial guns no fear
across the street
Hoodies come in all flavors, all black if you think you're sweet
Arab sellin' grenades by the box, you'll get it cheap
Schoolin'
to trial, I'll never cop a plea
Coolin by myself when I don't rap I try to smoke in peace
We use tools to fix our problems we not with that net talkin'
You
these niggas
You don't need another case
Let me murk these niggas
Fuck around and lose a
Loved one 'bout Khaled
Connections with the Arabs
Ross cartel
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