Strap (feat. Deffsound & R.Y.C.) Video (MV)

Aiming for your big ass head this that f*cking heart attack
Whip that whip that real back
Whip that whip that real back
We bringing the real back
Fully fully loaded straps
Back it up I'm in my bag aiming for your big ass head
This that f*cking heart attack
Whip that whip that real back
We bringing the real back
Fully fully loaded straps
Back it up I'm in my bag back it up I'm in my bag
Shut that f*ck up in the bag
It's been such a long time being broke
All that pressure yeah was putting on me giving me the illest looks
Now I'm sitting front seat in this rocket ship
Y'all ain't see me there now you know the second that my rocket dip
I needed a moment I could use some codeine
Hold up Hold up
I need me a rollie that's my word no folding
Ha yeah
Sets come in pairs like my nike air forces and I'm getting to the bag
Keeping myself hyper focused while I
Aiming for your big ass head this that f*cking heart attack
Whip that whip that real back
Whip that whip that real back
We bringing the real back
Fully fully loaded straps
Back it up I'm in my bag aiming for your big ass head
This that f*cking heart attack
Hold the f*cking phone we ain't playing no more
He'll go ape shit I been crazy let them mother-f*ckers know
R.Y.C. made the beat
Hold the strap let it blow
F*ck your trigger take the cash ain't no moral then I go
Ain't no vision that could last with a fully loaded strap
Matched with the blast
Real is back you too dumb to feel it
I can't reveal it shit's been sealed
I'm off the edge you smacked the wall while they take they loss
Don't ask me shit I am the boss no life line bitch can't tell you none
When I work this beat job is done
This is what it is I ain't here to front
This is what it is stop tryna stunt with your straps in the air man that shit is over done
Straps in the air man that shit's over done
Aiming for your big ass head this that f*cking heart attack
Whip that whip that real back
Whip that whip that real back
We bringing the real back
Fully fully loaded straps
Back it up I'm in my bag aiming for your big ass head
This that f*cking heart attack
Whip that whip that real back
We bringing the real back
Fully fully loaded straps
Back it up I'm in my bag back it up I'm in my bag
Shut that f*ck up in the bag
Aiming for your big ass head this that f*cking heart attack
Whip that whip that real back
Whip that whip that real back
We bringing the real back
Fully fully loaded straps
Back it up I'm in my bag aiming for your big ass head
This that f*cking heart attack
Aiming for the big ass bag
Filled with money not with swag
Repping me don't rep no flag
Counting dollars not to brag chain iced out around my neck
Bout to sign another check climb the ladder of success
Looks like you fell down the steps
All jokes aside me and the homies gonna ride
Me and the homies gonna shine
No homicide me and the homies staying fly
Me and the homies staying high
Till the day we die we always on the grind
Ain't always got the time but we always got a dime and we always got a rhyme
And that's a f*cking fact
Keep it 100 or just keep it wack
If that's the f*cking case than grab your f*cking strap
Aiming for your big ass head this that f*cking heart attack
Whip that whip that real back
Whip that whip that real back
We bringing the real back
Fully fully loaded straps
Back it up I'm in my bag aiming for your big ass head
This that f*cking heart attack
Whip that whip that real back
We bringing the real back
Fully fully loaded straps
Back it up I'm in my bag back it up I'm in my bag
Shut that f*ck up in the bag
Aiming for your big ass head this that f*cking heart attack
Whip that whip that real back
Whip that whip that real back
We bringing the real back
Fully fully loaded straps
Back it up I'm in my bag aiming for your big ass head