Chief Keef, Gino Marley - Straps lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef, Gino Marley - Straps lyrics]
Sosa baby
GBE baby
Flex
Flexin'
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
Yeah
We got straps on straps on straps
And now we on the map
I'm getting to that money, nigga
That's a fuckin' fact
I promise I'm the swag
Throw it in the bag
I buy a lots of shit
Not even looking at the tags
We got straps on straps on straps
And now we on the map
I'm getting to that money, nigga
That's a fuckin' fact
I promise I'm the swag
Throw it in the bag
I buy a lots of shit
Not even looking at the tags
We got straps on straps on straps
Need to go to rehab
I swear I spend so much money
I can't do nothing but laugh
At these fufu ass niggas
Don't make my niggas spaz
The pistols get to busting they
Go blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt
Blatt
I'm burning this shit last
Giving niggas the clap
All these clothes that I'm buyin'
I need designer rehab
Flexin' hard, 'til I crash
Pull up in that Jag
Niggas know I get cash, rob me? Never that
We got straps on straps on straps
I promise I'ma blast
Leave you in the past, I'm at the top
You niggas last
That's why these niggas broke
See this ain't no joke
I'm smoking on the dope, clip hold triple O
We got straps on straps on straps
And now we on the map
I'm getting to that money, nigga
That's a fuckin' fact
I promise I'm the swag
Throw it in the bag
I buy a lots of shit
Not even looking at the tags
We got straps on straps on straps
And now we on the map
I'm getting to that money, nigga
That's a fuckin' fact
I promise I'm the swag
Throw it in the bag
I buy a lots of shit
Not even looking at the tags
We got straps on straps on straps
Ride around collecting bands
Blowin' stupid fruity pack
Trues fit with the hat
Leave 10's just to match, keep them straps
Stay in tact
Me, I'm flashin' 'til we clap, get hit
No comin' back
Team floatin' off them flats
Spend money make it back
We on top that's a fact, hella cash
What's a tag?
Bitch, throw it in the bag
Sit back and count some racks
GBE, we on the map, nickel louder than a pack
That's a 30 in the strap
So you know we never lack
Come around you seein' that
And them thots they love our swag
That's a 30 in the strap
So you know we never lack
Come around you seein' that
And them thots they love our swag
We got straps on straps on straps
And now we on the map
I'm getting to that money, nigga
That's a fuckin' fact
I promise I'm the swag
Throw it in the bag
I buy a lots of shit
Not even looking at the tags
We got straps on straps on straps
And now we on the map
I'm getting to that money, nigga
That's a fuckin' fact
I promise I'm the swag
Throw it in the bag
I buy a lots of shit
Not even looking at the tags
GBE baby
Flex
Flexin'
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
Yeah
We got straps on straps on straps
And now we on the map
I'm getting to that money, nigga
That's a fuckin' fact
I promise I'm the swag
Throw it in the bag
I buy a lots of shit
Not even looking at the tags
We got straps on straps on straps
And now we on the map
I'm getting to that money, nigga
That's a fuckin' fact
I promise I'm the swag
Throw it in the bag
I buy a lots of shit
Not even looking at the tags
We got straps on straps on straps
Need to go to rehab
I swear I spend so much money
I can't do nothing but laugh
At these fufu ass niggas
Don't make my niggas spaz
The pistols get to busting they
Go blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt
Blatt
I'm burning this shit last
Giving niggas the clap
All these clothes that I'm buyin'
I need designer rehab
Flexin' hard, 'til I crash
Pull up in that Jag
Niggas know I get cash, rob me? Never that
We got straps on straps on straps
I promise I'ma blast
Leave you in the past, I'm at the top
You niggas last
That's why these niggas broke
See this ain't no joke
I'm smoking on the dope, clip hold triple O
We got straps on straps on straps
And now we on the map
I'm getting to that money, nigga
That's a fuckin' fact
I promise I'm the swag
Throw it in the bag
I buy a lots of shit
Not even looking at the tags
We got straps on straps on straps
And now we on the map
I'm getting to that money, nigga
That's a fuckin' fact
I promise I'm the swag
Throw it in the bag
I buy a lots of shit
Not even looking at the tags
We got straps on straps on straps
Ride around collecting bands
Blowin' stupid fruity pack
Trues fit with the hat
Leave 10's just to match, keep them straps
Stay in tact
Me, I'm flashin' 'til we clap, get hit
No comin' back
Team floatin' off them flats
Spend money make it back
We on top that's a fact, hella cash
What's a tag?
Bitch, throw it in the bag
Sit back and count some racks
GBE, we on the map, nickel louder than a pack
That's a 30 in the strap
So you know we never lack
Come around you seein' that
And them thots they love our swag
That's a 30 in the strap
So you know we never lack
Come around you seein' that
And them thots they love our swag
We got straps on straps on straps
And now we on the map
I'm getting to that money, nigga
That's a fuckin' fact
I promise I'm the swag
Throw it in the bag
I buy a lots of shit
Not even looking at the tags
We got straps on straps on straps
And now we on the map
I'm getting to that money, nigga
That's a fuckin' fact
I promise I'm the swag
Throw it in the bag
I buy a lots of shit
Not even looking at the tags