Strapped

I got tired of loosing money

I’m living life know I’m wrong

Got clientele steady hitting I might just cut off the phone

Picked it up they ain’t check it they had to know it was strong

These **** around me steppin I rather be all alone

I Thank god my bitch was driving I fell asleep of the perc

She woke me up in Atlanta like Bae time to work

I Had to go take her shoppin put fendi all on her shirt

Promise I’m bout a dolla need to see yo money first

She told me she gotta man i asked the bitch do he shoot

I Can’t wait till I come cross the tracks flying off in coupe

You know murder on my mind might flash out an call the troops

Call my shooter uncle luke if I call he gone raise ya roof

Drippin in straight designer I came up from out the dirt

Can’t pull to certain addys my shooters be on alert

Say that red zone back and I’m juggin and catchin plays

Yea lil baby ate that dick but I promise she ain’t get saved

Poured a line up for my **** me and Duke been catchin plays

Smokin dope that 3.5 finna send me outer space (2x)

Smokin dope through the nawf if you pull up we gotta pack

Ion fw all these **** know we quick to lay em flat

Don’t do songs wit **** cause I feel like yo shit really wack

They don’t play wit Mike he cool but they know he be really strapped (2x)