STRAPUP

See me clutch and get out the way, I don't feel no fuckin' twit I can't wait to send em to his man so Jay can rest a bit

Pop out the whip, let them bitches eat Tapped his face hard with the drake, he put his ass to sleep

Why you runnin'? Where you goin'? Don't start flyin' I'm tryna make a song with Oz, but they just keep on dumb

Gon' kill his ass, I see his face because he keep on runnin' I try to tell myself chill out, but I just keep on slumpin

I'm not lucky, I'm a soldier, but I still ain't got Stick though with my killers, lurkin' like we play on call

Just line the snake, he tryna play it, man, this shit get hot I catch him, then I fap him, that make shit get hot

Bitch keep grappin' on my dick, I just snatch a nigga's gut Boy don't die tryna go around, we be spankin' off

Fuck Bush's master, shot him once, he ain't had enough Birdie got Drake at the job, his ass be actin' up

Slow me down, no cap, it's us, dude, I really be rappin' slow

Fuck the bitch, then kick her out, bae, you can pack your stuff