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Wacotron - Strapped Ft Southside Lyrics

[Chorus]
Strapped
Tryna toilet paper, it's a wrap
Lamps, I'm living, bout to go up off of rap
Clamps, figure four the block and make it tap
Ounce, you know I keep it on me like a stamp
Facts, come with me because I know where it's at
Packs, order that until I leave it flex
Racks, where I'm from we give her some of that
Wet, shoot a movie don't know how to act

[Verse 1]
Who that talking about crashing
Better know how much it costs
Don't let your partner gas you up
And get you in the cross
No dreads I been the fields, you better come with Randy Moss
This draco on the leach, but it ain't nothing to let it off
How you standing on your word and you can barеly even walk
I ain't nevеr had no luck, 'cause that make you soft
Took my losses to the chin, but then again it make a boss
Speaking on me, when I see him, I ain't even gon' let him talk
I just got the drop, but we gon' keep that on the dlow
This nina on me tiny, it'd knock the head off of deebo
Slide in the El Camino
Stalking whenever he go
Sending shots at your ego
Choppa holding the c-note
[Chorus]
Strapped
Tryna toilet paper, it's a wrap
Lamps, I'm living, bout to go up off of rap
Clamps, figure four the block and make it tap
Ounce, you know I keep it on me like a stamp
Facts, come with me because I know where it's at
Packs, order that until I leave it flex
Racks, where I'm from we give her some of that
Wet, shoot a movie don't know how to act

[Verse 2]
Had to warm up the water
It's a leak in the roof
These for the days that were harder
There wasn't shit I could do
Close caskets when it get active
We clamping they coupes
Bodies drop out the blue
This for the business, salute
Tryna kick this shit on trade
But all that hate make you derail
You ain't get the messasge, go check your spam in your email
Murder in my section, it's hectic with every detail
And don't step in that fire if you don't handle the heat well
Pull up and take him out, overnight we gon' stake it out
Put the beam on his temple, and give him something he can think about
This some shit you could pray about, but it's shit we don't play about
Better hope you can make it out, ain't no taking the safer route
[Chorus]
Strapped
Tryna toilet paper, it's a wrap
Lamps, I'm living, bout to go up off of rap
Clamps, figure four the block and make it tap
Ounce, you know I keep it on me like a stamp
Facts, come with me because I know where it's at
Packs, order that until I leave it flex
Racks, where I'm from we give her some of that
Wet, shoot a movie don't know how to act