Lyrics
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