lirik lagu gbe strap - listen
[intro]
(alioune, got that murda)
[verse]
had to stop talkin’, and listen myself
parents, so this sh~t be harder than belt
sellin’ these bags, this the only thing that helps
keep goin’ up, i be climbin’ the step
get out of (?), i’m droppin’ the sh~ll
stacks in my mind, sh~t be feelin’ like h~ll
demon on my back, but i gotta prevail
buy my rollie, f~ck that, imma go cartier
takin’ these ls, but i barely could care
stuck in the booth, tryna create a sound
i want a glock with a whole hunnid’ rounds
he was just smilin’, he died with a frown
pockets so loud, i ain’t gotta announce
i’m in the trap with the glock in my pouch
cop you a bag, oh, you can cop you a ounce
you outta town, i can get ’em en route
b~tch keep on talkin’, i f~cked up my count
feel outta love with this trap, i’m in love with this rap
fan in my ear, he like “boy, you is cappin'”
another career, i got me a new path
tryna have my money long, like a giraffe
imma put the rap money back in the trap
vvs so hard, make it easy to rap
(?), give me the keys to the trap
i was in the b, with the bli’ on my lap
gettin’ 50, in the opp hood, no cap
beatin’ my phone, tryna make my trap bounce
whatever you do, better make that sh~t count
(?) dissin’, i be losin’ my racks
sittin’ at the trap, imma get this sh~t back
hoe (?), but i am the catch
b~tch, i’m big strap, you know better than that
servin’ these bowls, like i’m ron artest
stack that back in, imma cop (?) a vet
pull up in the hood, imma do it for vet
my brother g5, he be fly as a jet
get me a maybach, i’m takin’ the semi
this a v12, ain’t no regular engine
had the big bands, while we posted in the trenches
got this sh~t the hardaway, i’m feelin’ like penny
binary trigger on the glock, shoot swiftly
sippin’ this lean, it’s gon’ f~ck up my kidney
in the trap spot, n~gga, come in the kitchen
cut that hoe off, she starts talkin’ ’bout children
finger my fire, i can’t walk in the buildin’
keep swingin’ my door, they done f~cked up my ceiling
tear a n~gga white tee off, we peeled him
i’m havin’ tools, like bob the builder
hearin’ a n~gga momma cry, this sh~t get sentimental
checkin’ this rain, n~gga, i’m checkin’ credentials
upgrade my satellite, strap, u gettin’ bigger
green ass n~gga, you a dill pickle
ball in my hands, came off the dribble
callin’ these plays, like i was doc rivers
steady be hustlin’, got racks in the middle
i can make the song cry, n~gga, i’m feelin’ like jigga
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