Strap (feat. Deffsound & R.Y.C.)

Aiming for your big ass head this that fucking heart attack Whip that whip that real back Whip that whip that real back We bringing the real back Fully fully loaded straps Back it up I'm in my bag aiming for your big ass head This that fucking heart attack Whip that whip that real back We bringing the real back Fully fully loaded straps Back it up I'm in my bag back it up I'm in my bag Shut that f*ck up in the bag It's been such a long time being broke All that pressure yeah was putting on me giving me the illest looks Now I'm sitting front seat in this rocket ship Y'all ain't see me there now you know the second that my rocket dip I needed a moment I could use some codeine Hold up Hold up I need me a rollie that's my word no folding Ha yeah Sets come in pairs like my nike air forces and I'm getting to the bag Keeping myself hyper focused while I Aiming for your big ass head this that fucking heart attack Whip that whip that real back Whip that whip that real back We bringing the real back Fully fully loaded straps Back it up I'm in my bag aiming for your big ass head This that fucking heart attack Hold the fucking phone we ain't playing no more He'll go ape shit I been crazy let them mother-fuckers know R.Y.C. made the beat Hold the strap let it blow F*ck your trigger take the cash ain't no moral then I go Ain't no vision that could last with a fully loaded strap Matched with the blast Real is back you too dumb to feel it I can't reveal it shit's been sealed I'm off the edge you smacked the wall while they take they loss Don't ask me shit I am the boss no life line bitch can't tell you none When I work this beat job is done This is what it is I ain't here to front This is what it is stop tryna stunt with your straps in the air man that shit is over done Straps in the air man that shit's over done Aiming for your big ass head this that fucking heart attack Whip that whip that real back Whip that whip that real back We bringing the real back Fully fully loaded straps Back it up I'm in my bag aiming for your big ass head This that fucking heart attack Whip that whip that real back We bringing the real back Fully fully loaded straps Back it up I'm in my bag back it up I'm in my bag Shut that f*ck up in the bag Aiming for your big ass head this that fucking heart attack Whip that whip that real back Whip that whip that real back We bringing the real back Fully fully loaded straps Back it up I'm in my bag aiming for your big ass head This that fucking heart attack Aiming for the big ass bag Filled with money not with swag Repping me don't rep no flag Counting dollars not to brag chain iced out around my neck Bout to sign another check climb the ladder of success Looks like you fell down the steps All jokes aside me and the homies gonna ride Me and the homies gonna shine No homicide me and the homies staying fly Me and the homies staying high Till the day we die we always on the grind Ain't always got the time but we always got a dime and we always got a rhyme And that's a fucking fact Keep it 100 or just keep it wack If that's the fucking case than grab your fucking strap Aiming for your big ass head this that fucking heart attack Whip that whip that real back Whip that whip that real back We bringing the real back Fully fully loaded straps Back it up I'm in my bag aiming for your big ass head This that fucking heart attack Whip that whip that real back We bringing the real back Fully fully loaded straps Back it up I'm in my bag back it up I'm in my bag Shut that f*ck up in the bag Aiming for your big ass head this that fucking heart attack Whip that whip that real back Whip that whip that real back We bringing the real back Fully fully loaded straps Back it up I'm in my bag aiming for your big ass head