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rod-k - strapp story lyrics

[hook]
i’ll be d+mned if i let a n+gga take me
one of my mans got a plan on tryin’ to snake me
this n+gga must think i’m a cake, he tryin’ to bake me
no type of way, can’t let no f+ck n+gga spray me
i+i+i’ll be d+mned if i let a n+gga take me
one of my mans got a plan on tryin’ to snake me
this n+gga must think i’m a cake, he tryin’ to bake me
no type of way, can’t let no f+ck n+gga spray me

[verse 1]
i want all my money blue like i live with the smurfs
my vs, they be on the v, they in love with them percs
my weed comе from overseas, it’s that medical pеrc
i+i+i squeeze if a n+gga sneeze, put his face on a shirt
and i done seen n+ggas bleed and get put in the dirt
and i know n+ggas with that bag who put n+ggas to work
and when they drop it on your ass, you get put in a he+rs+
and f+ck n+ggas, they be f+gs, he deserve him a purse
he show his ass to other men, he deserve him a skirt
you n+ggas sleep like y’all on xans and been sippin’ that syrup
i got a plan for them bands, me and bro [?]
don’t say a word, [?], i sit back [?]
i do this sh+t here for lil’ nuski
lil’ dawg think he badass, oh he boosie
he done ran up that bag fast, now he ruthless
we got bombs like baghdad, choppas and uzis
if you want smoke, n+gga, speak up
i bet that choppa make a n+gga pick his feet up
i know why they hate on the v, ’cause they can’t be us
can’t waste my time, n+ggas be p+ssy, they get beat up
[interlude]
you know what the f+ckin goin’ on, man, i got my vs in this b+tch, man
that’s for sure
think it’s a game?
long live nuke, n+gga
know what the f+ck goin’ on, man
[?], do this sh+t for nuke
vl sh+t, man, y’all know what the f+ck goin’ on, man

[verse 2]
i got+i got my glock 23 tucked
that’s on my v, i’m strapped more than a seatbelt
long as i got a bankroll, i’on need help
soon as a n+gga think wrong, he gon’ need help
and i’on move without the gang, ’cause them my vs there
we prolly swervin’ lane to lane, throwin’ them vs up
poppin them p, livin’ like g, rollin’ lil’ quise up
pockets on e, get off ya’ ass and getcha’ cheese up
look, we bag chasin’ over here
stay in ya’ lane, don’t f+ck with n+ggas, they be queer
vl the gang, respect the name or disappear
lock me in chains, i cannot see, i cannot hear
won’t say no name, that’s on my v, that’s on lil’ [?]
don’t think i’m sweet, i know the game, i plead the fifth
i’m not a leech, got in my bag just like some chips
now i throw ones on bad hoes at the strip
[outro]
i’m strapp’d forever, man, y’all already know how a n+gga comin’, man
long live nuke, man
long live trey d, man, y’all know what the f+ck goin’ on, man, r.i.p vonta, man

- rod k lyrics

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