Strapped Up! - Intellectual

[Intro]

Brr, aye, aye

Let's get it, yuh

Aye, aye, aye

Choppa got kick, and it's rippin' like a sword though

I'mma face fuck her, and I leave her with a sore throat

I was boutta fuck her up, but she a whore though

She be on the molly, she need one more dose

Ballin' like Iverson, home court, free throw

Hit another layup, like I'm Kobe, from deep-o

Pulled up on his block, shoot a nigga through his peep hole

Swish from half court, hit it like Steve-O

I keep the strap, 'cuz I'm strapped, up

I smoke that gas, I'm so gassed, up

When I pulled up, then you backed, up

I count my stacks, got my racks, up

I keep the strap, 'cuz I'm strapped, up

I smoke that gas, I'm so gassed, up

When I pulled up, then you backed, up

I count my stacks, got my racks, up

Let me whip a brick, and I'll show you who the fuckin' boss

I treat my hoes like my Glocks, they is throwaways, I fuck and toss

Maison Margiela I rock, bitch I'm flexed up with Rick Ross

I'm runnin' round with a chop, if you test me then I'm sending shots

I'm off twenty bars, a hundred racks up out my fanny pack

I pulled out my choppa, now all y'all pussies standing back

Pop a hundred addy, out the ghost, run it, and relapse

I'm off twenty bars, a hundred racks up out my fanny pack

I keep the strap, 'cuz I'm strapped, up

I smoke that gas, I'm so gassed, up

When I pulled up, then you backed, up

I count my stacks, got my racks, up

I keep the strap, 'cuz I'm strapped, up

I smoke that gas, I'm so gassed, up

When I pulled up, then you backed, up

I count my stacks, got my racks, up

Strapped up, strapped up

Aye, aye, yuh, yuh