LYRICS
作曲 : BFG Straap
作词 : BFG Straap
(Hook)
(Let's Go) (Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
On my way back from LA, was nervous
Cause I left 100 bowls in a Benz truck with the valet.
Hit that bitch on my tippy toes like I’m in ballet
If the feds hit the spot we gone run out the back way
We gone push up with sticks in all black, ni... that way
**** the school, yeah I use to sell weed In the hallway
Ni... gone die if a shot come my way
Ni... ain’t hitting shit must be aiming at Parlay
Come through with yo bitch kicking shìt like Kung Fu
Ni... play all you gone see is red like Damu
End a rap nigga career like 50 did Ja Rule
It’s a drought ain’t nobody got pounds but I do
Pillow talk to a bitch bout a ni... that is not cool
They like Straap why you stay with a strap cause I got to
Head shot a ni... if he make one false move
Got sticks in this bitch, take what, ni... rob who?
Hit the trap house with the pack and I beat it out
Imma whip up a brick, let it dry when I leave it out
Took that bitch back to the house ain’t no eating out
**** 12 we don’t stop for the cops, yeah we speeding out
20K stuffed In my denim
My skinnys too tight, it look like I can’t fit em
Might drop a bag on a opp and they get em
Straap USA, I’m big boss not a man in the middle
I don’t play with cocaine, got P’s of marijuana
Wont go back and forth, I’m a boss you a runner
Try to fight boy that stick hit like Adrien Broner
They know Straap finna blow like a Pakistan bomber
Bad bitches love my persona
Yeah I bust the bitch down, gave her back I don't want her
Dropping hits back to back gone be rich by the Summer
Switch the bag in broad day I done ordered 100
On my way back from LA, was nervous
Cause I left 100 bowls in a Benz truck with the valet.
Hit that bitch on my tippy toes like I’m in ballet
If the feds hit the spot we gone run out the back way
We gone push up with sticks in all black, ni... that way
**** the school, yeah I use to sell weed In the hallway
Ni... gone die if a shot come my way
Ni... ain’t hitting shit must be aiming at Parlay
I hide all my bowls at my bitch house, which one?
So many chains, I wake up can’t pick one
Ran that shit up, pockets fat like Big Pun
Sell a load then make yo hoe go and get guns
Ni... don’t be on shit, boy they actors like sitcoms
I be scamming I’m tryna go buy me some Bitcoins
Hit a lick and keep going, I call that a hit and run
Stick hold 50 should of been in a band with this big drum
On my way back from LA, was nervous
Cause I left 100 bowls in a Benz truck with the valet.
Hit that bitch on my tippy toes like I’m in ballet
If the feds hit the spot we gone run out the back way
We gone push up with sticks in all black, ni... that way
**** the school, yeah I use to sell weed In the hallway
Ni... gone die if a shot come my way
Ni... ain’t hitting shit must be aiming at Parlay