Feltz Artist - Always Strapped lyrics

(Feltz - Intro) I'm always strapped always got the soot Muddaf**er getting high in the coupe Smelling like the hoop I'm telling you the truth This is how we do Smoking joints the size of snooker cues (Feltz - Talking) Huuuh You know were smoking all day Ok SWED SWIR (Feltz - Verse 1) Big joint like my middle finger We let the weed smoke behind us linger Were from the green town like were the grincher That blue cheese is a stinker Ok man I'm getting faded The dj's got me on there playlist I'm waiting for the day i make it p**y money weed sorry i had to say it Cos that there i crave it Man I'm on my brave sh** Had a beard till i shaved it Man I'm smoking on the great sh** Getting f**ing lean See me with my team Getting in that cream Dont f** with my dreams Maybach by the time I'm thirty I gotta keep it dirty Haters want to hurt me Voodoo yeah they want to curse me 03 they called me murky Then i switched it up to feltz But the b**hes call me F3LTZYY Now I'm sending you to hell So you better not push my bell Cos ill get done for battery: duracell Dressed in red like royal mail You've been framed, your just a fail If your a rat, ill cut of your tail I always ball, Gareth Bale With a hot girl, getting foul She's a ten, on my scale (wow) My flows going in I'm sorry god if i sin Get me shots you might get drinked That hot redbone p**y pink See my dick its going in After that there ping ping ping Go get a trim trim trim Leave her with a grin grin grin Smoking on a fat head Sitting up man my back dead Tryna get that rep creed Why I'm cutting down 36 zeds Cos im all about the dolla Gotta get them pounds, with the comma's With a white b**h, i called her gonna She took that dizz, she was a goner I'm smoking weed and its a pong'ah See me in the sky like a shooting star Charging up on a bar Cos i gotta make it far Cos ima live my vision Dont f** about with my mission If you hate then you still listen I get them packages like its christmas Then we flood the block Time is money, reset the clock Always got food, the lines never off You want the bits, a Q or a Box? My runners bussing them shots All of us in SWIR tops Now i bet the feds want to stop Me to find the crop I don't talk they just get air No comment, i don't care In a tight circle getting rid of squares And i can be your nightmare So if i was you just staying Or were have your fame praying You know that were caking In the trap lab dawg were baking (ahhhh) [Finished]