Aye Beat boy
Let them know say elevation, it's not about just reaching new heights
You know, it's something about like opening up your perspective
And seeing me and what you want to see knew
You know, Understand that
That true growth comes from lifting others as you rise
Fully charge up, double get vanquished
Double them a ball out, killy we nuh friend fish
Fish ah man ah fish, and all the pussy them ah selfish
And all the soldier them nuh fall out, ah whole ah them ah stand fit
Thunder, Gideon Glock, billion move with the Killian strap
Another billion move anah punani pan top
Drop top, Milli don't stop
Full strap, body down flat
One billion with the Killian strap
G4, I'm the only strap boy in Ghana
Anytime I get honey, I'm tryna fuck a dollar, B coupe
And I gotta run it like a cheetah
Me and Genna got the whole city hip Patoa
Stunna, and my main dawg hit the jackpot
If she pretty queen, I'ma really hit her G spot
Don't report, baby boy shit, I ain't do probs
On the crystals, I can do much
I get so top notch
Niggas say they on top but, when I'm in they gon drop top
Slimey in my own way, that shit gon' get you fucked up
Smiles any time when I go up
Pussy, I ain't know non, call em talibans cos the vanquish (WAP whap)
Watch her turn her back, and I vanish
Shorty for the streets, she talk about the money
Trap, toppa, trap, trap, trap, toppa, trap
Chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp
Chopp, man ah, chopp, chopp, chopp, man ah chopp
Chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp
Trap, toppa, trap, trap, trap, toppa, trap
Chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp
Chopp, man ah, chopp, chopp, chopp, man ah chopp
Chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp
Dig it, never know say we born wicked
Ah so me kick it
And then the girl them do the baking
Freaky, freaky, girl, I do the making
Mi want a lotta pretty gal inna the kitchen
On top cuh, you know we non-stop
Say you know we burn weed
And you know we born tough
Tell me, everyone to pull up on we
Freaky, freaky, girl, ah do the making
On me
Freaky, freaky, girl, inna the kitchen
Can't fuck with niggas
When they run the mouth
Put a hundred on the ass
She gon' make it clap
Ain't fuck broke bitches
I want her from the trap
This lady too official
My dick run in her mouth
Two fucks don't get me straight
I'ma hit it up
I call my nigga Fred
He gon' run it back
We toast in the morning
We turn to the club
Pretty wants celine
I went and bought her that
We outside shooting dice
We niggas in the trap
You niggas never fold
You gangsters never cry
I strap up and I go
My left wrist on froze
Shorty real nine if I add up ten fold
My niggas don dey para
I get it I'm a trapper
I fuck her with no rubber
I made it out the gutter
Give thanks to Allah
Give thanks to mama
Genna man, Strap boy take me to Jamaica
Trap, toppa, trap, trap, trap, toppa, trap
Chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp
Chopp, man ah, chopp, chopp, chopp, man ah chopp
Chopp, Chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp
Trap, toppa, trap, trap, trap, toppa, trap
Chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp
Chopp, man ah, chopp, chopp, chopp, man ah chopp
Chopp, Chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp, chopp
Dig it, never know we born wicked
Ah so me kick it
And then the girl them do the baking
Freaky, freaky, girl, I do the making
Mi want a lotta pretty gal inna the kitchen
On top cuh, you know we non-stop
Say you know we burn weed
And you know we born tough
Tell me, everyone to pull up on we
Freaky, freaky, girl, ah do the making
On me
Freaky, freaky, girl, ah do the lickin