Rick Ross - Strapped lyrics

[Intro] I may not have been made for this rap sh** dawg n***as talkin' sh**, on records and sh** I'ma put these hands on your a** n***a [Hook] You know I'm strapped with the mac Try me if you want I blow a b**h bad [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Catch me on the band she playin gloves and goggles On a? Benz V12 with a bottle A hollow and a handwave?, 50 to follow I put one knee on blow, your a** been swallow If you bite me dog, I'ma get your a** pavo Wake up the no-ribs and the friends in Chicago I'm rolling in Miami with, momos on the Lac Eyes? holdin' a stolen mac Aiming at the first 'O on your Polo cap Find the tool at any, signed a fool Got a half tuition for my daughter's private school Reason for the violent moves, silent? Keep birds on us like the pirate's do I'm embarra**ed to speak for who your signin' to [?? ] Ya, ya all n***as stupid for free, f** [Hook] [Verse 2: Noah] I don't know if you noticed Joe, but I grew up on focus ho With nothin' to lose, it's nothin' to prove No other option but bustin' the tool, runnin' to school With illegal things in my locker, I flame your posture I critically acclaim an Oscar, sprayin' at your Rasta ? I made a mistake and hit your father I ain't sued for that I shock ya, snatch your rockets, pop ya Respect me or Noah ya all better I'm make you an honorary pall bearer For small cheddar, bet ya wet ya brung cheddar, funds-getter You a chipp off a ton sniffer, Lung-filler My style none iller, gun-spiller flow for fun stealer k**er How you gonna stand the Kelly gave up potatoes for cheese still a peeler Belly hot top stealer pillar, fedi-feller big-welly dealer You cheaper than a Pica Deli dinner [Hook] [Verse 3] I strike like a match, put my life on a track Hit? pikes with my wife and some crack When I get her for a piss, I twistin' like a sack Off goes the seat belts, out comes the snacks Cop from mia out comes the mac Out goes your back, out comes you sad It's a lot of n***as bark, but they really won't stretch I have your a** like, man where we goin' at? If you're lookin for beef, I'll be too Hang on your back, jumpin' like an eq Can fill your waist, legs, feet, too A witness film the shooter, I'm like me too They went that way, I didn't see no car But listen close unless you wanna to see these balls In jail you'd be barred from the TV squad Your soft fans, really wanna beat me hard [Hook]