Strapped - Rick Ross, Noah

I may not have been made for this rap shit dawg

Niggas talkin' shit, on records and shit

I’ma put these hands on your ass nigga

You know I’m strapped with the mac

Try me if you want I blow a bitch bad

Catch me on the band she playin gloves and goggles

On a?

Benz V12 with a bottle

A hollow and a handwave?, 50 to follow

I put one knee on blow, your ass been swallow

If you bite me dog, I’ma get your ass pavo

Wake up the no-ribs and the friends in Chicago

I’m rolling in Miami with, momos on the Lac

Eyes?

holdin' a stolen mac

Aiming at the first 'O on your Polo cap

Find the tool at any, signed a fool

Got a half tuition for my daughter’s private school

Reason for the violent moves, silent?

Keep birds on us like the pirate’s do

I’m embarrassed to speak for who your signin' to

Ya, ya all niggas stupid for free, fuck

I don’t know if you noticed Joe, but I grew up on focus ho

With nothin' to lose, it’s nothin' to prove

No other option but bustin' the tool, runnin' to school

With illegal things in my locker, I flame your posture

I critically acclaim an Oscar, sprayin' at your Rasta

?

I made a mistake and hit your father

I ain’t sued for that I shock ya, snatch your rockets, pop ya

Respect me or Noah ya all better

I’m make you an honorary pall bearer

For small cheddar, bet ya wet ya brung cheddar, funds-getter

You a chipp off a ton sniffer, Lung-filler

My style none iller, gun-spiller flow for fun stealer killer

How you gonna stand the Kelly gave up potatoes for cheese still a peeler

Belly hot top stealer pillar, fedi-feller big-welly dealer

You cheaper than a Pica Deli dinner

I strike like a match, put my life on a track

Hit?

pikes with my wife and some crack

When I get her for a piss, I twistin' like a sack

Off goes the seat belts, out comes the snacks

Cop from mia out comes the mac

Out goes your back, out comes you sad

It’s a lot of niggas bark, but they really won’t stretch

I have your ass like, man where we goin' at?

If you’re lookin for beef, I’ll be too

Hang on your back, jumpin' like an eq

Can fill your waist, legs, feet, too

A witness film the shooter, I’m like me too

They went that way, I didn’t see no car

But listen close unless you wanna to see these balls

In jail you’d be barred from the TV squad

Your soft fans, really wanna beat me hard