Straps On Deck

It's the White Flame, bitch

It's the Bitch Mob, bitch

It's that new based shit

Feel me, eh?

Don't you know

I got straps on deck?

Just in case you a

I will bust a head

Ha ha ha ha

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'm a show you about the laser

Underground Atlanta

Shout out to

Shout out to Lil B

A fool with that Heater

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

Call me Favo

Young BasedGod is the motherfucking illest

My bitch suck my dick

And she told me I'm the realest

Niggas don't want no problems

Problems lead to problems

Got so much ammo

I'm a show you about an army

Boy thugging hard

Man, all you thugging hardly

I'm a 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 look godly

56 bitches and they call me Steve Harvey

Everybody know that my swag up to par

And that four-fifty-four

I'm a cock it and aim it

Guns in my home

I feel 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 Prophet