Lil B - Straps On Deck lyrics

[Intro] It's the White Flame, b**h It's the b**h Mob, b**h It's that new based sh** Feel me, eh? [Hook] Don't you know I got straps on deck? Just in case you a I will bust a head Ha ha ha ha [Verse 1: Lil B] Hundred grand easy b**h you best believe me Young BasedGod is that n***a on TV That ho paid in full But I'm strapped, you best believe me Ride around with thangs Man I make that sh** look easy Hold that Mac 80 That's some sh** you've seen on TV Pretty b**h party Every girl love me I'm a pretty thug I'mma show you about the laser Underground Atlanta Shout out to Decatur Shout out to Lil B A fool with that Heateee Pistol in my pocket Bruh, you know I eat my Wheaties I f** with the Gold House The b**h Mob k**er I'm guaranteed to shoot; Call me Reggie Miller Hundred grand show And I'm not on the radio b**h Yell That Ohhhh Call me Fabo Young BasedGod is the motherf**ing illest My b**h s** my dick And she told me I'm the realest [Hook] [Verse 2: Lil B] n***as don't want no problems Problems lead to problems Got so much ammo I'mma show you about an army Boy thugging hard Man, he thugging hardly I'mma f** his b**h And I told him I was sorry Only BasedGod is the n***a riding Harley Roll up on my b**h and she took me to a party Young BasedGod is f**ing so gnarly 12 cell phones Lil B you look godly 56 b**hes and they call me Steve Harvey Everybody know that my swag up to par And that four-fifty-four I'mma co*k it and aim it Guns in my home And my car is a rocket Turn my b**h on Then I plug her in the socket BasedWorld Records No, we ain't stopping Gold House Records Yeah, we still dropping Lil B forever b**h BasedGod Prophet [Hook x2]