Strapped & Ready

[Intro: Rah Smooth, Desiigner & Nick Papz] How do you feel now, huh? Ah, ah, ah [?] I think niggas strapped and ready (slim) We dare got a green light on these niggas Ah High life nigga (Pa-Pa-Papamitrou Boi!) [Hook: Desiigner] Better have the chopper ready Have all these niggas, all these niggas, got the deal backstage Gotta cut it up and go in my lair Bet it was drivin’ ‘em crazy Said I'm getting money, said I'm acting funny Got pockets boomin’ like confetti Gonna get up and go in my lair Bentley, just drivin’ around Like low [?], dumb bitch, I pop big Rosé Better get on that ho’s level Bet it was drivin’ ‘em crazy I don't know what to say Bet these broke niggas mad Better get on that ho’s level Better have the chopper on [Verse 1] Smoke on that drop Real nigga you not Don’t meet standards, you flop [?], more top Same dude, don’t play fool, you fuck around and get dropped My niggas on that same time, they ready if you not Slow it down, high life how I roll around Times got hard then the money went up Now all these hoes want to go down Hold it down, matter fact get from ‘round One call then Cali put it on the table Then it just blow a pound I’m Smooth nigga, you know that Fuck hoess, where the dough at? Cuz come home from the low jack I made a promise, never broke that No nametag, can’t go back You can catch one where your throat at Talk dumb, just hold that Nigga collapse, then turn back That pistol on ya bruh, call Desiigner up Tell ‘em get strapped and ready, got a lot of drums We in the lobby done, looking for mami son I think we got one [Hook: Desiigner] Better have the chopper ready Have all these niggas, all these niggas, got the deal backstage Gotta cut it up and go in my lair Bet it was drivin’ ‘em crazy Said I'm getting money, said I'm acting funny Got pockets boomin’ like confetti Gonna get up and go in my lair Bentley, just drivin’ around Like low [?], dumb bitch, I pop big Rosé Better get on that ho’s level Bet it was drivin’ ‘em crazy I don't know what to say Bet these broke niggas mad Better get on that ho’s level Better have the chopper on [Verse 2] I’m with the big dogs now so I got to be stuntin’ On the route to the cash, I need them lottery numbers Play an OG like he Kobe, I’m retiring niggas I be a pastor on the beat ‘cause I’m inspiring niggas, nigga Young man spent bump bands on Jumpmans A couple friends whose four grand’s a hundred bands I overdo it so niggas don’t really understand Understand my niggas soldiers, you niggas undermanned On demand, my niggas G’s just like a couple grand Couple grand, take off your top and stuff it Don’t fuck with him, good luck with him Addicted to profit, time to go talk to him Nigga, I couldn’t wait to get my cash right So I could shit on you niggas, call me an ass wipe You niggas live in the past like this was last night That’s right, cut off my circle like it’s a halfpipe [Verse 3] Pull up to the door, leave with your booboo, she give me brain She kinda mental, she go cuckoo, I ask her what’s her name She say doesn’t matter, she acting like a bird, made me want to smack her Macking at the [?], bud on the [?] Too cool for school, keep a hammer ‘cause I’m frail But everybody said they real but for me it’s hard to tell The weed is exotic, got to roll a couple L’s It’s back to the grizzy, I’m mellow with the piffy A modern day hippie, don’t make me back out the semi I hit him, he spinning, he dizzy Choppers singing like Drizzy I’m all about the hustle, I take a sip to get Nipsey Your bitch want to be mixing, smoking up a 50 Bet I keep it a hundred, [?] awards, I’m blunted Going there like fuck it, middle finger to the fuck niggas When them bullets get to spittin’, better duck nigga [Hook: Desiigner] Better have the chopper ready Have all these niggas, all these niggas, got the deal backstage Gotta cut it up and go in my lair Bet it was drivin’ ‘em crazy Said I'm getting money, said I'm acting funny Got pockets boomin’ like confetti Gonna get up and go in my lair Bentley, just drivin’ around Like low [?], dumb bitch, I pop big Rosé Better get on that ho’s level Bet it was drivin’ ‘em crazy Fell in love on the stage Stanley [?] engraved Can’t take ‘em home to my lair Bentley, just drivin’ around