Nash, Hall - Alligator Straps lyrics
[Nash, Hall - Alligator Straps lyrics]
Ayo seein' fiends from my window, my window
Ayo
Ayo, f-f-fiendin' for them low top Boosts
Bulgari bubble goose
Keep actin' like you bulletproof
Grew a money tree in my backyard
Whip the McLaren P1 like it's NASCAR (Skrrrr)
Since a shorty, had the 40
With the rust on it
Make sure the duct tape ain't bust on it
Watch the baby like a babysitter
Baby AK up close, all 80 hit em (Grrrrrr)
Navy Ac Vigor, who gotta go first?
This nigga or that nigga?
The grilled chicken jerk
Gotta sell more dope, Pootie need more shoes
Chrome 8 knock ya head off smooth, ooh
Griselda look, I know a nigga that had
Bricks since the Tyson days
Nigga drove a hoop
But he bought his wife a Range
Niggas rolled to the spot
He came out lettin' his rifle spray
Remember I seen him whip a
Brick up in the microwave
They did homie dirty, raided his house early
It's fucked up, he in the Feds doin' thirty
His bitch snitched
Plus the DA got a statement
From like two niggas within his organization
It's crazy cause he still in good spirit's
Gold Margielas on his visit's
He'll be home in a minute though
He chillin'
I got my name buzzin' with no real effort
Slaughtered ya favorite rapper, oh well
F him niggas be talkin' like killers
But nigga I promise you
I don't feel threatened throw shells
You sure will catch 'em like Odell Beckham
Flow real special
Bet you my lil' woe will stretch you
Told my bitch, "Do what I tell you
And The Lord will bless you"
Ha ha haha, yeah
Ayo
Ayo, f-f-fiendin' for them low top Boosts
Bulgari bubble goose
Keep actin' like you bulletproof
Grew a money tree in my backyard
Whip the McLaren P1 like it's NASCAR (Skrrrr)
Since a shorty, had the 40
With the rust on it
Make sure the duct tape ain't bust on it
Watch the baby like a babysitter
Baby AK up close, all 80 hit em (Grrrrrr)
Navy Ac Vigor, who gotta go first?
This nigga or that nigga?
The grilled chicken jerk
Gotta sell more dope, Pootie need more shoes
Chrome 8 knock ya head off smooth, ooh
Griselda look, I know a nigga that had
Bricks since the Tyson days
Nigga drove a hoop
But he bought his wife a Range
Niggas rolled to the spot
He came out lettin' his rifle spray
Remember I seen him whip a
Brick up in the microwave
They did homie dirty, raided his house early
It's fucked up, he in the Feds doin' thirty
His bitch snitched
Plus the DA got a statement
From like two niggas within his organization
It's crazy cause he still in good spirit's
Gold Margielas on his visit's
He'll be home in a minute though
He chillin'
I got my name buzzin' with no real effort
Slaughtered ya favorite rapper, oh well
F him niggas be talkin' like killers
But nigga I promise you
I don't feel threatened throw shells
You sure will catch 'em like Odell Beckham
Flow real special
Bet you my lil' woe will stretch you
Told my bitch, "Do what I tell you
And The Lord will bless you"
Ha ha haha, yeah