Bitch you need to back up
We movin in silence we don't act tough
Ak f*ckin kick don't get clapped up
If You ain't gotta army better pack up
Bitch
You all on my dick and I don't even know your name
She blowing up my phone because she think I'm playing games
You ain't save no money that's why you sit at home and pout
I go and make it happen I don't need to run my mouth
Cause I let the strap talk
Bitch I let the strap talk
We shoot real guns don't play airsoft
223s you chop cheese now yo face gone
Dickhead
It's no room at The table you can't come and sit wit me
Stop posting them old pictures cause that shit is history
They tryna slow me down but they can't get that close to see
I hope you find a writer cause you need it desperately
Bitch you need to back up
We movin in silence we don't act tough
Ak f*ckin kick don't get clapped up
If You ain't gotta army better pack up
Bitch
Blakery - Strap Ops 2 Lyrics
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Bitch you need to back up
We movin in silence we don't act tough
Ak f*ckin kick don't get clapped up
If You ain't gotta army better pack up
Bitch
You all on my dick and I don't even know your name
She blowing up my phone because she think I'm playing games
You ain't save no money that's why you sit at home and pout
I go and make it happen I don't need to run my mouth
Cause I let the strap talk
Bitch I let the strap talk
We shoot real guns don't play airsoft
223s you chop cheese now yo face gone
Dickhead
It's no room at The table you can't come and sit wit me
Stop posting them old pictures cause that shit is history
They tryna slow me down but they can't get that close to see
I hope you find a writer cause you need it desperately
Bitch you need to back up
We movin in silence we don't act tough
Ak f*ckin kick don't get clapped up
If You ain't gotta army better pack up
Bitch
We movin in silence we don't act tough
Ak f*ckin kick don't get clapped up
If You ain't gotta army better pack up
Bitch
You all on my dick and I don't even know your name
She blowing up my phone because she think I'm playing games
You ain't save no money that's why you sit at home and pout
I go and make it happen I don't need to run my mouth
Cause I let the strap talk
Bitch I let the strap talk
We shoot real guns don't play airsoft
223s you chop cheese now yo face gone
Dickhead
It's no room at The table you can't come and sit wit me
Stop posting them old pictures cause that shit is history
They tryna slow me down but they can't get that close to see
I hope you find a writer cause you need it desperately
Bitch you need to back up
We movin in silence we don't act tough
Ak f*ckin kick don't get clapped up
If You ain't gotta army better pack up
Bitch
Writer: Blake Richardson
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