Putting racks in a backpack like I play tennis

Got my wrist in a pot until it lock like a chemist

Since a kid, I been savage like Dennis the menace

Big Straap USA, bitch, I'm the lieutenant

Ay, master P 'bout that, paper no limit

**** want me to fall off but I'ma keep winning

We don't hit you, we gon' double back if we spinning

The opps broke, don't want smoke, I'ma let 'em keep living

I got bad bitches lined up at a hotel

Putting racks in a rubber band like I got mail

Got sticks, will let 'em ring like a door bell

And it's Straap with 2 A's, no it's not misspelled

Yeah, and I'm still getting cheese like Rotel

No, we don't rap beef, yeah, we get shit straight, parallel

Double cup, hi tech, moving slow like a snail

Big 556 **** play "Catch Shells"

**** said I fell off, I'm back on and I'm better

All this ice on me cold, got me froze like I'm Elsa

Mini MAC-10 with suppressors, get caught and go federal

Yeah I done filled up a safe, left some racks in a dresser

I took off on they ass, didn't look back, I can't help 'em

Twenty bands in my pockets, flex hard like a wrestler

**** saying it's up but freeze up when we catch 'em

**** on that opp shit, boy, we can't wait to stretch 'em

In the trap house, bussing down pounds, tryna get off a load

I done ran my sack up, I got rich off of bows

You a rat, I ain't fucking with you 'cause you told

I was broke, now I walk around with a bankroll

I'm going beast mode

We gon' shoot back to back like a free throw

Big boss, what the fuck I'ma beef for?

Reach for this chain, get him smoked like a primo

Let's go

Stop talking to me bitch, 'fore I fuck up the count

We got Percocets, pounds, and bad hoes in the trap

Get his address, push up and put holes in his house

Trapping all year round, we don't know 'bout a drought

Just iced out my teeth, I ain't closing my mouth

All my **** strapped, they be tryna shoot a **** lights out

Boy you broke then a bitch, you ain't shit, better pipe down

Remember I ain't have shit, now I walk in, I'm iced out

Me and Duce, we pushing pounds on the back street

Smoking exotic, Draco on the backseat

I stayed down and I ran that shit up like a track meet

Out of town in a Lambo, shooters trail in a black Jeep

**** sneak dissing all on IG, tell 'em at me

I'm really getting racks, boy, these **** can't stand me

Ain't going broke, I'm wherever the cash be

Hit that bitch from the back and made her eat a Plan B

Got bad bitches lined up at a hotel

Putting racks in a rubber band like I got mail

Got sticks, we'll let 'em ring like a doorbell

And it's Straap with 2 A's, no it's not misspelled

Yeah, and I'm still getting cheese like Rotel

No, we don't rap beef, yeah, we get shit straight parallel

Double cup, hi tech, moving slow like a snail

Big 556 **** play "Catch Shells"