Music: BFG Straap/jetsonmade/Antywon Dillard
Lyrics: BFG Straap/Antywon Dillard
(Hook)
On my way back from LA
Was nervous cause I left 100 bowls in a Benz truck with the valet.
Hit that b**** on my tippy toes like I’m in ballet
If the feds hit the spot we gone run out the back way
We gone push up with sticks in all black, n**** that way
F*** the school, yeah I use to sell w*** In the hallway
N**** gone die if a shot come my way
N***** ain’t hitting s*** must be aiming at Parlay
(Verse 1)
Come through with yo b**** kicking s*** like Kung Fu
N**** play all you gone see is red like Damu
End a rap n**** career like 50 did Ja Rule
It’s a drought ain’t nobody got p***** but I do
Pillow talk to a b**** bout a n**** that is not cool
They like Straap why you stay with a strap cause I got to
Head shot a n**** if he make one false move
Got sticks in this b****, take what, n**** rob who?
Hit the trap house with the pack and I beat it out
Imma whip up a brick, let it dry when I leave it out
Took that b**** back to the house ain’t no eating out
F*** 12 we don’t stop for the cops, yeah we speeding out
20K stuffed In my denim, my skinnys too tight, it look like I can’t fit em
Drop a bag on a opp an they get em
Straap USA I’m big boss not a man in the middle
I don’t play with c****** got P’s of m********
Wont go back and forth, I’m a boss you a runner
Try to fight boy that stick hit like Adrien Broner
They know Straap finna blow like a Pakistan bomber
Bad b****** love my persona
Yeah I buss the b**** down, gave her back I don't want her
Dropping hits back to back gone be rich by the Summer
Switch the bag in broad day I done ordered 100
(Hook)
On my way back from LA
Was nervous cause I left 100 bowls in a Benz truck with the valet.
Hit that b**** on my tippy toes like I’m in ballet
If the feds hit the spot we gone run out the back way
We gone push up with sticks in all black, n**** that way
F*** the school, yeah I use to sell w*** In the hallway
N**** gone die if a shot come my way
N***** ain’t hitting s*** must be aiming at Parlay
(Verse 2)
I hide all my bowls at my b**** house, which one?
So many chains I wake up can’t pick one
Ran that s*** up, pockets fat like Big Pun
Sell a load then make yo h** go and get guns
N***** don’t be on s***, boy they actors like sitcoms
I be scamming I’m tryna go buy me some Bitcoins
Hit a l*** and keep going, I call that a hit and run
Stick hold 50 should of been in a band with this big drum
(Hook)
On my way back from LA
Was nervous cause I left 100 bowls in a Benz truck with the valet.
Hit that b**** on my tippy toes like I’m in ballet
If the feds hit the spot we gone run out the back way
We gone push up with sticks in all black, n**** that way
F*** the school, yeah I use to sell w*** In the hallway
N**** gone die if a shot come my way
N***** ain’t hitting s*** must be aiming at Parlay