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I got racks in my pockets, I walk in with big knots Spin back to back on the opps we don't spit box Pull out the stick he gone dance like TikTok Ice box on my neck got me froze these big rocks Everybody hating on Straap like Chris Rock How the fuck that boy don't got a deal but he still hot Want smoke I'ma get em zipped up like a Ziplock Ain't no cap in my rap this shit bigger than Hip Hop Me and my ni... locked in like a smith lock Or a locksmith, get you popped quick Ni... bragging bout bodies but they never caught shit Ni... rich for this ice on my neck he gone die quick I just cut this bitch off cause she argue bout dry shit Like who sucking my dick, told the bitch stop it Yeah I'm finna blow up, bitch I'm hot like a pocket All these ni... tryna rap like Straap that is not it Call me big Straap bout that money that revenue Do the dash in a coupe with no roof this incredible Bitches galore ni... know I got several She a bad bitch but I won't put that hoe on no pedestal Grab yo bitch make her eat the dick up like it's edible Put some shots in his head he got turned to a vegetable You left yo strap at the house boy that shit unprofessional Ever since my potnas got killed that some shit I'll never do Uh yeah, ride with them steppers them ni... gone step on you Uh, ni... don't think shit funny no I ain't that Kevin dude Fuck a OG no we don't got respect for you Smoking pink Runtz I get high just like Mac & Devin do Make that money Durant, come through dunking like Kevin do I got caught with 50, man I damn near went Federal (No cap... I got caught with 50... threw TSA Left a ni... stiff couldn't even make the flight) Took 50 from a ni... but a ni... still got gwap Straap USA bitch you know I got the top spot I don't want the bitch unless the hoe come top notch Hit that bitch then I jump to the next like hopscotch If you scared go to a church like IBOC I'm bout my green, yeah that spinach like Popeye Free all my ni... locked down in a cell block I got ni... that done been to war and they shell shocked I got racks in my pockets, I walk in with big knots Spin back to back on the opps we don't spit box Pull out the stick he gone dance like TikTok Ice box on my neck got me froze these big rocks Everybody hating on Straap like Chris Rock How the fuck that boy don't got a deal but he still hot Want smoke imma get em zipped up like a Ziplock Ain't no cap in my rap this shit bigger than Hip Hop
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