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 They pick up they don’t check it they had to know it was strong These niggas 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 Nigga 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 Nigga know we quick to lay em flat Don’t do songs wit niggas cause I feel like yo shit really wack They don’t play wit Mike he cool but they know he be really strapped (2x)