Strapped Lyrics - Asap Twelvyy

Window down and we're caught in flight 

Window down and we're caught in flight 

Window down and we're caught in flight 

You can let the breeze, let the breeze cool you 

Yeah, shit fell up in my lap 

I was sellin' packs 

I wouldn't really worry 'bout no raps 

I was movin' straps 

This is all facts (Way way back nigga) 

Me and Dame tried it to the max 'cause these monkeys on our back 

Anything bling gettin' snatched 

Nah nah nah nah nah nah, fuck that Twelv 

Don't talk to these niggas, nah, now it's time to show these niggas. Show these niggas like a movie, nigga! 

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Yeah, this shit fell up in my lap 

I was sellin' packs 

I wouldn't really worry 'bout no raps 

I was movin' straps 

This is all facts 

Me and Dame tried it to the max 

Got these monkeys on our backs 

Anything bling? gettin' snatched 

If it's what I've seen then it's taxed 

You can ask who was on they ass, I was livin' fast 

Fuck a casket, had a mask and a automatic 

Wasn't safe, no cameras, no case 

And every ghetto nigga pump strays 

Had to duck a few, now I'm at the W 

Prolly light up a few if I'm feeling comfortable 

Paranoia got me watching all my friends 

I make it out this Hell I'll never sin again 

It's probably a lie 'cause I'd do it all again 

'Cause everything I've done gave me fuel just to win 

Gotta peep the vision 

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If there's a monster inside of here 

Well I'm gonna keep it clear 

I wish it would take all these things and go 

There's no more we need to know 

We fade out 

See Dame got shot, then he got locked up 

Pootie got popped, then she got knocked up 

I was on the block, choc'd, all rocked up 

Now I'm with The Mob, Diddy woppin' with some Clockers 

Ask who can stop us, hoppin' out with choppers 

Poppin' like we Poppa 'cause we got this city rockin' 

'pproach us? ain't an option 

All this pain, all this fame, got me drinkin' all this 'pagne 

In the club to myself 

Thinkin' 'bout the days I was stealth 

I was in the hall raisin' Hell 

Young 12, frame a little frail, but I had the belt 

Loudmouth nigga, but I'm down to make you melt 

Hot Boy, rollin' with the Juveniles 

Prolly with a shooter now, got a new Ruger now 

'Cause Life's a bitch, and I'm goin' through it now 

Everyday's do or die, hesitate, lose it now 

If there's a monster inside of here 

Well I'm gonna keep it clear 

I wish it would take all these things and go 

There's no more we need to know 

We fade out 

If there's a monster inside of here 

Well I'm gonna keep it clear 

I wish it would take all these things and go 

There's no more we need to know