Strings Attached ft. Gensix! Lyrics

I got too much guac, no, I don't got No strings attached

I heard he want beef, I give him Shells, no Mr. Krabs

I might lose control, ain't got no Traction in that cat damn

Made it out the trenches on my Gang, I can't go back, damn

I pull up in fast car, I got drive like NASCAR

That boy on the gram, he talkin' Tough, that boy just act hard

I don't rock Givenchi, she got Supreme on the belt, yeah

I don't need no bitch, ran this shit up By myself, yeah

Ran this shit up by myself, yeah

You ain't gettin' money, I can tell, Yeah

Walkin' with that gas, niggas be Like, what's that smell, yeah

My name Ring, kinda like a bell, Yeah

Kinda like a belt, like a belt

I got that Glock on my side, we Send em' to hell

I got that motha got money and sit On the shelf

Niggas tryna run or die, we sendin' Em' to hell

I got that cig on my side, lil' nigga, And I got that pack in the mail

I got that ARP, we shootin' 9-12

Smokin' that motha, get packed, Migga, what's that smell

Smokin' that motha, get packed, Nigga, how'd I sell it

Nigga, I feel like a reff, bitch, I stay with the tech

Your bitch take it, she won't give me nicks

Bitch, no, I'm up next, bitch, no, I'm up next

Bitch wanna give me six, yeah

I got that chop on my side, spread with that vest

Cruisin' in that whip, guac up on my hip

Got that ARP, run him down, shoot him in his hip

Yeah, shoot him in his hip

I got diamonds on my wrist

Yeah, yellow-eyed diamonds, nigga, it look like it's pissed

Yeah, dump on that new lil' nigga, I'm takin' his shit

Yeah, hop on that motha, get trapped in it, hop on that whip

Yeah, call me motha, get blues, I feel like a crip

I got too much guac, no, I don't got no screens attached

I heard he want beef, I give him shelves, no, Mr. Krabs

I might lose control, ain't got no traction in that cat

Damn, made it out the trenches on my gang, I can't go back, damn

I pull up in fast car, I got drop like NASCAR

That boy on the gram, he talkin' tough, that boy just act hot

Oh, Raja Vishy, got Supreme on the belt, yeah

I don't need no bitch, ran this shit all by myself, yeah

Yeah