Straps on Deck lyrics

[Intro]
It's the White Flame, b*tch
It's the b*tch Mob, b*tch
It's that new based sh*t
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*tch you best believe me
Young BasedGod is that n*gga on TV
That ho paid in full
But I'm strapped, you best believe me
Ride around with thangs
Man I make that sh*t look easy
Hold that Mac 80
That's some sh*t you've seen on TV
Pretty b*tch 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*ck with the Gold House
The b*tch Mob killer
I'm guaranteed to shoot;
Call me Reggie Miller
Hundred grand show
And I'm not on the radio
b*tch Yell That Ohhhh
Call me Fabo
Young Based God is the motherf*cking illest
My b*tch suck my di*k
And she told me I'm the realest
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lil B]
n*ggas 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*ck his b*tch
And I told him I was sorry
Only BasedGod is the n*gga riding Harley
Roll up on my b*tch and she took me to a party
Young BasedGod is f*cking so gnarly
12 cell phones
Lil B you look godly
56 b*tches and they call me Steve Harvey
Everybody know that my swag up to par
And that four-fifty-four
I'mma c*ck it and aim it
Guns in my home
And my car is a rocket
Turn my b*tch 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*tch
BasedGod Poppin'
[Hook]x2