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strapp - the whole story lyrics

[verse]
this n-gga blowing up my phone ay shortie bag me a zip up
told him give me 30 minutes meet me at the pick up
he told me grab a scale he claiming its for his n-gga
then he whipped his burner out like hands up its a stick up
d-mn! d-mn! d-mn! it’s all i’m thinking
i can tell he off them ‘xans and he’ve been drinking
he don’t know that in my head i’ve been geeking
for a f-ckboy to try me smoke his out there feening
okey he told me get my money and the weed with the quickness
i told bro don’t shoot just be cool thats gon get it
he pull bro out the whipe like be cool or imma splif ’em
what type of hitters really try to rob some goons with one pistol?
he said foolie get that skrilla he hit koody with that pistol
like get all of that sh-t
man them stupid -ss n-ggas in here falling and sh-t
whole time i could’ve stomped him and his dog in that b-tch
but i had a bro with me gotta make sure that he straight
i ain’t want to take off and then he blammed him in the face
he got his mind on what he got ’em and put that hammer to my face
i told him hol’ up wait i got some bands up in the safe
i got them rack up stairs he looked me in my eyes
like get yo’ -ss up stairs
when we walked in my room i shut the door on him
he don’t even know i’m really ’bout to go on him
i bucked up and got swole on him
i grabbed the bl!ck and did a roll on him
fell on my bed then i unload on him
(man this n-gga had the nerve talking ’bout some hold up for)
hol’ up for sh-t you can hold this whole clip
imma bust it ’till it cl-t and i bet i don’t miss
you tried to hit a whole l!ck you came the wrong crib
claim to do it for a living p-ssy you ain’t on sh-t
i shot his -ss up and left him strung out
his partner took off soon as the first shot went out
it stops shooting im like how the f-ck the slugs out
then im f-ck this im gonna go get my funds now
i get downsairs my grandad had him in a hucklebuck
he 60 but he tough as f-ck n-gga get yo’ muscle up
i’m so real [?] so i don’t never cuss at him but f-ck that
shoot him in his sh-t grandad f-ck em up !!
he let him go then we start to wrastle at the door
if i knew i had some sh-lls i would’ve blast’ him at the door
i can’t let him get away i want my cash up out this hoe
soon i start to beat his -ss floor jay starts screaming i had to go secure my sister and he took off
came back he was gone that n-gga ran like he played football
but look y’all i tried to leave him cooked y’all
i was so f-cking pumped i bust a gun ‘n’ almost shot my foot off
i dropped in the astray my grandad called 12 on him
better hurry up befor he be a veggy, tell on me
he came in to my home homie and he had a pole on me
how you rob me and then turn around and tell on me
b-tch on some cop sh-t n-gga that was some hoe sh-t
b-tch i feel like john wick b-tch this’s that big 4 sh-t
n-ggas say i’m savage ’cause i shot him with his own sh-t
[?] granny boy you tweak but it was bold sh-t
and to that n-gga that got away i don’t even want my money back
you can have that just know it funerals that come with that
suited up in all black ready to pull where yo’ momma at
torture he to death ’till she tell us where her younging at
and you left you mans for dead where i’m from that makes you p-ssy
boy you soft as h-ll tell yo’ momma to name you cookie
and any other n-gga that look at me as target just know ain’t sh-t sweet about my coffee n-gga

[outro]
when you get caught you’re getting burnt on sight
k!llers gon’ send ’em to a church on ice
was all that money really worth your life
life’s a gamble and you called that on your turn on dice
you n-ggas gon’ rob who?..

- strapp lyrics

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