High as f*ck
Thinking Chelly when the f*ck is you gon pass this
Bad hit, gotta me tensing up I'm tryna mask it
Ash it
Bitch dont let it fall up on my bed
I go up, I go up, clouds surrounding by my head
And my shit be f*cking stanky
I be rolling up that Passion
Past this
I won't tolerate no f*ckin average
Bad bitch
Only thing I want inside my phone
And if not, then I'll pop, and probably count my shit alone
Shit I'm Active
Everybody notice when it's me
I relapsed and
Called my homie Spaz up for the pre
Said he had this
Shit I needa come and f*cking see
And so I strapped in
Smoking while im driving with my knees
Oh no, Momma, I'm so sorry
I be careful in these streets
I just keep me head down and let the news get back to me
Ain't no practice
I just come and pull from f*ckin deep
And I cash it
Ain't no f*ckin point contesting me
Catfish
Bitches what I hate to f*cking see
I thought she a solid 9
I saw her, she was just a 3
I stay back bitch
I feel like its madness
When these phony think they got the juice to f*cking pass this
Everything I'm pouring sound like f*cking gasoline
And when its my recordings, shit is mortifying heat
Check the status
Swear to god I love that I am me
Can't imagine
Not having all the shit that I've equipped
Holla out 'ay shorty'
You know that I'm performing
I'll get you in the vip if you come pop that pussy for me
She ask if I'm touring
I can even hold her,
This ain't a normal gig but I get paid to my accordance
Satin
Sheets on me no he cannot afford this
Tragic
Most these hoes I see are f*cking boring
In Past tense
I done told lil shawty she was gorgeous
She passed then
Now she all in my dm tryna score this
Get back bitch
And better yet go tell your f*cking friend
That I'm a savage
So I can text her when I'm finna hit
I gotchu you mad bitch
Learn to f*ckin laugh bitch
If they could stay down
They could live life so f*cking lavish
Instead I'm running laps in
The city and I'm being extra flashy
Glasses on me RB and they bussin out the package
I'm strapped in
Face to face your bitch, it keep me flaccid
I'm strapped in
Beat the pussy leave it in a casket
Bitch I'm strapped in
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Zay Quarter - Strapped In Lyrics
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High as f*ck
Thinking Chelly when the f*ck is you gon pass this
Bad hit, gotta me tensing up I'm tryna mask it
Ash it
Bitch dont let it fall up on my bed
I go up, I go up, clouds surrounding by my head
And my shit be f*cking stanky
I be rolling up that Passion
Past this
I won't tolerate no f*ckin average
Bad bitch
Only thing I want inside my phone
And if not, then I'll pop, and probably count my shit alone
Shit I'm Active
Everybody notice when it's me
I relapsed and
Called my homie Spaz up for the pre
Said he had this
Shit I needa come and f*cking see
And so I strapped in
Smoking while im driving with my knees
Oh no, Momma, I'm so sorry
I be careful in these streets
I just keep me head down and let the news get back to me
Ain't no practice
I just come and pull from f*ckin deep
And I cash it
Ain't no f*ckin point contesting me
Catfish
Bitches what I hate to f*cking see
I thought she a solid 9
I saw her, she was just a 3
I stay back bitch
I feel like its madness
When these phony think they got the juice to f*cking pass this
Everything I'm pouring sound like f*cking gasoline
And when its my recordings, shit is mortifying heat
Check the status
Swear to god I love that I am me
Can't imagine
Not having all the shit that I've equipped
Holla out 'ay shorty'
You know that I'm performing
I'll get you in the vip if you come pop that pussy for me
She ask if I'm touring
I can even hold her,
This ain't a normal gig but I get paid to my accordance
Satin
Sheets on me no he cannot afford this
Tragic
Most these hoes I see are f*cking boring
In Past tense
I done told lil shawty she was gorgeous
She passed then
Now she all in my dm tryna score this
Get back bitch
And better yet go tell your f*cking friend
That I'm a savage
So I can text her when I'm finna hit
I gotchu you mad bitch
Learn to f*ckin laugh bitch
If they could stay down
They could live life so f*cking lavish
Instead I'm running laps in
The city and I'm being extra flashy
Glasses on me RB and they bussin out the package
I'm strapped in
Face to face your bitch, it keep me flaccid
I'm strapped in
Beat the pussy leave it in a casket
Bitch I'm strapped in
Thinking Chelly when the f*ck is you gon pass this
Bad hit, gotta me tensing up I'm tryna mask it
Ash it
Bitch dont let it fall up on my bed
I go up, I go up, clouds surrounding by my head
And my shit be f*cking stanky
I be rolling up that Passion
Past this
I won't tolerate no f*ckin average
Bad bitch
Only thing I want inside my phone
And if not, then I'll pop, and probably count my shit alone
Shit I'm Active
Everybody notice when it's me
I relapsed and
Called my homie Spaz up for the pre
Said he had this
Shit I needa come and f*cking see
And so I strapped in
Smoking while im driving with my knees
Oh no, Momma, I'm so sorry
I be careful in these streets
I just keep me head down and let the news get back to me
Ain't no practice
I just come and pull from f*ckin deep
And I cash it
Ain't no f*ckin point contesting me
Catfish
Bitches what I hate to f*cking see
I thought she a solid 9
I saw her, she was just a 3
I stay back bitch
I feel like its madness
When these phony think they got the juice to f*cking pass this
Everything I'm pouring sound like f*cking gasoline
And when its my recordings, shit is mortifying heat
Check the status
Swear to god I love that I am me
Can't imagine
Not having all the shit that I've equipped
Holla out 'ay shorty'
You know that I'm performing
I'll get you in the vip if you come pop that pussy for me
She ask if I'm touring
I can even hold her,
This ain't a normal gig but I get paid to my accordance
Satin
Sheets on me no he cannot afford this
Tragic
Most these hoes I see are f*cking boring
In Past tense
I done told lil shawty she was gorgeous
She passed then
Now she all in my dm tryna score this
Get back bitch
And better yet go tell your f*cking friend
That I'm a savage
So I can text her when I'm finna hit
I gotchu you mad bitch
Learn to f*ckin laugh bitch
If they could stay down
They could live life so f*cking lavish
Instead I'm running laps in
The city and I'm being extra flashy
Glasses on me RB and they bussin out the package
I'm strapped in
Face to face your bitch, it keep me flaccid
I'm strapped in
Beat the pussy leave it in a casket
Bitch I'm strapped in
Writer: Zay Quarter
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