Strat

By perobug

Released on December 28, 2022

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[Verse]

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Why are you poor and I'm mad rich?

And my bitch, she better than average

Get off my dick, you can't add shit

Pew pew pew, Glock make him run, athlete

Choppa make him sing like he AViT

No bread, no bread, he think he got blacklist

He just so poor and it's sad as shit

With the g22, it abandon him

I spend my money on Raf Simons

Talking online, we put caps in him

7.62, boy, it's catching him

And I'm catching up faster than him

Juggn his Trues like he Javin

He broke, I'm lookin at 7 M's

Don’t talk to me boy, you a bitch, and you fake

Monopoly money I feel like dev

No, I told you, I’m not good friends

9x19 it’s fucking up his vest

Bitch I’m too up to being jugging your stuff

Is that your bitch? Now she with me

Ha, She tweaking off esctacy, Boy I’m on bed

The gat bout’ to sing like it’s Britney

Ha, The bullets be flying with the thoughts in your head

Yo bitch wanna fuck me, She wanna give me head

100 round drum and it sit in my bag

Step in balenci’, That shit cost a rack

I’m in this shit that makes these bitches always mad

Ha, Show em all this bread

Posted with dorian, We all tax

Juggin on contact

I’m in these shits, I got Carhartts

Playing that bitch like a strat

I’m making money, I look at the stats

Glock boutta tweak like it got tourettes

Boy you is mental, Your dumbass mans

It does not make no sense

2024 I’m balling like sacks

Jugg money from the irs

Talk to me once you can pay your rent, Bitch