LIL STRO Lyrics

Kapital hat on my head, but I don't cap tho

They think we the reason that he dead, he just got backdoored

My young niggas sick in the head, come shoot up the candlelight

We get chicken like we flipping birds, sippin lean,…

I'm doing wrong so we could be right

Rocking baggy jeans they usually tight

What the fuck is that nigga, damn that's light

I remember them days spent my last on a site

All this rap shit got me reaching new heights

They jacking my style need to get copyright

I'm calling plays like … all night

She ain't bad enough that ain't even my type

I'm a wrld tour boy we into fashion, rapping, moving pounds

And I told you I don't know what happened to that nigga, I was outta town

I watch my dog turn nothing into sum, that shit made me proud

Sexy lil bitch like foxy brown, she let me slut her out

I'm tryna drive this motherfucker, but I can't her head in my crouch

My team depending on me, I hit home runs like Mike trout

Fuck the gram, press a nigga in real life make em log out

It was all bad we ain't have shit, now look at us we ball now

I can tell you don't want no spinach like your name Timmy

I got to many hoes my swag they just keep diggin

We in Paris spending euros fucking foreign bitches

Don't put me in no box, lil hoe Tony stark aint got no limits

They ask me what bag, I'ma tell em bitch the biggest

I ain't worried about no image I'm just tryna dodge them prisons

First he was a snake now he a rat, terrible transition

Niggas never listen, that's why they always having failed missions

And I aint go to cass but in that booth ima technician

Veeze yelling stro, I say stro that mean lets get it

She be tryna clout up, before we fuck she pray I bust in it

I'm smoking this weed like Wiz Khalifa, posted in the cut with it