Strapped Up (feat. Mike Sherm and G-BO Lean)

Dirty Sprite

I be sippin on this lime light

There no cop, turn left, get yo time right

That bitch a ten so I cut the pussy, nine lives

Eight **** net beefin cryin down my timeline

If you ain't gone come, bitch, don't come over

And don't be talkin shit out your cum holder

Aye, a **** want some, he get slumped over

Aye, he thuggin off that pill, but won't slide sober

Rock solid, bitch I'm built different, aye

Off a cup of that drank, bitch, I feel different

Aye, **** left me hangin' and i'm still with it

Make 'em starve while I eat up this meal ticket, damn

I done popped out with ten

But that ain't nuthin 'cause these bitches comprehend

Fuck a friend, bitch, extend a FN

Take a sample, then I bring the rest in

Said I'm strapped up and I'm back actin' stupid

I'm from the city where we rob, tap in to it

Crossed state lines back in Massachusetts

He think he fit, well, this choppa leave him suited

Said I'm strapped up and I'm back actin' stupid

I'm from the city where we rob, tap in to it

Crossed state lines back in Massachusetts

He think he fit, well, this choppa leave him suited

Keep a tool just in case I gotta finish a problem

I don't never leave the strap and I ain't talkin condoms

I don't never leave the house if they ain't talkin commas

Gave his son a couple dollas when I fucked his baby momma

Yeah, I'm stupid as fuck

Since he live by the gun, the Glock suited him up

She don't use no teeth, but she chewin' it up

I'm a fool off the Henny, I'ma get me a nut

We strapped up, let us in through the back door

Glock with no lock just in case I get backed, though

Retro rapper saw me, I ain't talkin bout a black hoe

G-21, that's my muhfuckin' fat hoe

I don't cuff broke bitches, I don't fuck hoe bitches

**** claim it's beef and I don't even know ****

Certain **** you gotta fuck with from a long distance

I was born to be a boss, so I don't listen

Said I'm strapped up and I'm back actin' stupid

I'm from the city where we rob, tap in to it

Crossed state lines back in Massachusetts

He think he fit, well, this choppa leave him suited

Said I'm strapped up and I'm back actin' stupid

I'm from the city where we rob, tap in to it

Crossed state lines back in Massachusetts

He think he fit, well, this choppa leave him suited

Strapped up in this bitch with them big toasters

Strapped up like we finna ride a roller coaster

Where I'm from, they leave you stinkin', that's a bad odor

Hot ****, but your bitch say I'm way colder

Been fuckin OG bitches since I got older

Hi-Tec got me leanin', Young Dro's shoulder

**** mad cause they bitch want a G-BO poster

Vroom vroom in that cooch, a V8 Motor

They don't want problems, bitch, we way bolder

Suckas claim they want smoke just like a free loader

Until they see that big chop ten times in a stroller

Until we leave they face bent, lookin' like a folder

I'm checkin' fried chicken, if yo bitch a goer

I don't back ****, call me that front door

No BDK, but we insane

Keep a lotta soldiers with me, that new Major Payne

Said I'm strapped up and I'm back actin' stupid

I'm from the city where we rob, tap in to it

Crossed state lines back in Massachusetts

He think he fit, well, this choppa leave him suited

Said I'm strapped up and I'm back actin' stupid

I'm from the city where we rob, tap in to it

Crossed state lines back in Massachusetts

He think he fit, well, this choppa leave him suited