Straps On Deck

[Intro] It's the White Flame, bitch It's the Bitch Mob, bitch It's that new based shit 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 Bitch you best believe me Young BasedGod is that nigga on TV That ho paid in full But I'm strapped, you best believe me Ride around with thangs Man I make that shit look easy Hold that Mac 80 That's some shit you've seen on TV Pretty bitch 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 fuck with the Gold House The Bitch Mob killer I'm guaranteed to shoot; Call me Reggie Miller Hundred grand show And I'm not on the radio Bitch Yell That Ohhhh Call me Fabo Young Based God is the motherfucking illest My bitch suck my dick And she told me I'm the realest [Hook] [Verse 2: Lil B] Niggas 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 fuck his bitch And I told him I was sorry Only BasedGod is the nigga riding Harley Roll up on my bitch and she took me to a party Young BasedGod is fucking so gnarly 12 cell phones Lil B you look godly 56 bitches and they call me Steve Harvey Everybody know that my swag up to par And that four-fifty-four I'mma cock it and aim it Guns in my home And my car is a rocket Turn my bitch 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 bitch BasedGod Poppin' [Hook]x2