Always Strapped Freestyle

Yeah, clear my seat nigga
Yeah, CTE nigga
Blowin somethin good, smell it through the roof
Really gettin money throw ya hood up, right now

You know it ain't a remix without the band man
Flyest nigga in the club, he got on his band pants
Why you call em band pants? Cause it got them bands in it
Woulda called it gram pants if it had them grams in it
You leave nothin at the crib I got it all on
And I ain't leave nothin off I got it all on
I ain't tryna be rude, niggas ain't shit
They just tryna be dude, niggas ain't this
Pull up in somethin so stupid like what you think
Damn shades so dark I can't even blink
Left the street with bad habits, can't stir my drink
Fuck around and have a flashback I might need a sink
I get it in I go hard, ask my old broad
Fuck credit, straight cash, ask my gold card
Always black, I'm in black always
Always strapped, yeah I'm strapped, always strapped
When I hit the club, niggas give me daps
Bitches give me hugs, and since I'm paid
Niggas be muggin me, you know I'm muggin back
Niggas be muggin me, you