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ace og - strap lyrics

[intro]
ayy, you got that thang on you, blood?
ayy b, i know you got that strap on you, what up, lil shawty?
aight, i’ma f+ck witchu
aight, bruh
(ayo, i got that strap on me bro)
custom defrost
(i might just f+ck around and shoot some sh+t, you know what i’m sayin’?)
synchronize
ayo, turn me up
ayo, we just in the studio f+ckin’ it up, you know what’s goin’ on
(ayy, ayy, ayy, brrr, brrr, brrr)
i’m a gangster– (brrr) gamgster rapper (woo, ayy)
ayo (huh), shout out h+llo_mcfly though (what), alright (huh), alright, let’s get it
yeah (ayy), ayy

[chorus]
i just walked in that b+tch with that strap on me (brrr), yeah, wigga (brrr, huh)
snitches dissin’ b+tches (what, huh), they can never shut their flap (ayy, b+tch)
all these wiggas cap (b+tch, yeah), talk that sh+t, you get wacked (ayy, b+tch)
whippin’ that crack like pasta (huh, yeah), in the trap, we don’t relax (ayy, b+tch)

[verse 1]
i’m tryna make a deposit (huh), ain’t tryna start a riot (nah)
i got a whole lot of options (options), but first i’ma need guidance (guidance)
diamonds so cold they change the climate, it causе a worldwide crisis (ice)
wigga, we movе in silence (huh), gotta keep everything private (everything silent)
i’m at the top of the buildin’, i wanna be at the top of the buildin’ (top of the buildin’)
you tryna f+ck up my vibe and be a villain, i was just chillin’ (i was just chillin’)
i want a million, i want a billion, i need a trillion (i need a trillion)
yeah, i’m only seventeen, but i ain’t kiddin’ (i ain’t kiddin’)
i ain’t even train, i’m goin’ in like rambo, gettin’ first blood (yeah)
i got a whole lot of guns (bah), you know we gon’ f+ck sh+t up (bah, bah, bah, brrr)
i’m a rockstar, i got a mohawk hairdo, we so punk (huh)
you think i’m doin’ this sh+t for fun, keep your mouth shut (keep your mouth shut, ho)
[chorus]
i– i–
i just walked in that b+tch with that strap on me (yeah), yeah, wigga
snitches dissin’ b+tches (huh), they can never shut their flap (nah)
all these wiggas cap (cap), talk that sh+t, you get wacked (wacked)
whippin’ that crack like pasta, in the trap, we don’t relax (whip it up, whip it up, whip it up, woo)
i– i just walked in that b+tch with that strap on me (brrr), yeah, wigga (brrr, huh)
snitches dissin’ b+tches (what, huh), they can never shut their flap (ayy, b+tch)
all these wiggas cap (b+tch, yeah), talk that sh+t, you get wacked (ayy, b+tch)
whippin’ that crack like pasta (huh, yeah), in the trap, we don’t relax (ayy, b+tch)

[verse 2]
feelin’ like lil pump (lil pump), i should call myself “lil dumb” (huh)
you can get hit with that drum (bah), that choppa gon’ make you numb (brrr, brrr, brrr)
all these wiggas up to some’ (huh), we make the whole crowd jump (we make the whole crowd jump)
i ain’t be f+ckin’ with such and such (nah), i ain’t that dumb (i ain’t that dumb, ho)
flow goin’ crazy, goin’ stupid (stupid), old heads hate our influence (yeah)
hear come all the boomers (okay, boomer), actin’ like hoes from hooters (hooters)
woah (woah, huh), pull up with all these shooters (ayy, b+tch)
break in your house, an intruder, i’m goin’ crazy (yeah), gon’ lose it (woo)
i was an alien, i was cappin’, i’m obviously human (yeah)
i’m so f+ckin’ random, i’m gon’ drive by with a scooter (skrrt)
she just sucked my d+ck like it’s a candle, yeah, she blew it (huh)
b+tch, don’t come at me with all that dumb sh+t, yous a f+ckin’ doofus (yous a f+ckin’ doofus)

[chorus]
i– i–
i just walked in that b+tch with that strap on me (yeah), yeah, wigga
snitches dissin’ b+tches (huh), they can never shut their flap (nah)
all these wiggas cap (cap), talk that sh+t, you get wacked (wacked)
whippin’ that crack like pasta, in the trap, we don’t relax (whip it up, whip it up, whip it up, woo)
i– i just walked in that b+tch with that strap on me (brrr), yeah, wigga (brrr, huh)
snitches dissin’ b+tches (what, huh), they can never shut their flap (ayy, b+tch)
all these wiggas cap (b+tch, yeah), talk that sh+t, you get wacked (ayy, b+tch)
whippin’ that crack like pasta (huh, yeah), in the trap, we don’t relax (ayy, b+tch)
[outro]
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