Get the Strap
Fuck a hoe fuck a thot tell me where all the rock is
223 back brought the Glock in
Down off a high let the rock dip
Casket made in advance when the stock hit
That boy better have his protection
If not he'll be lookin from heaven
New message and there's 2 Mac 11's
Hoes mad that's just minor aggression
First impression I was misrepresented
Choppa hot yeah I came wit equipment
Green off the dock drug dealin my shipments
No broken families that ain't my intention
Tranquilizer got em frozen bitches be hoein
Feelin like Jeffery Dahmer no emotion
Look at his chains now they stolen
Papers and fetti they all interwoven
Xans turned me into a zombie
Sittin dead like a muhfucka passed
Boof pack on my waist like it's on me
Caught em cappin then they went got the strap
Man to man there won't be intervention
Stopped his heart that's a brief intermission
Payed in full but I ain't gotta pension
Understandin when they bank account dented
Dirty pistol at my side that hip gotta ratchet
Massacre ready Stephen Paddock
Pimped out hoe magnet
Hard knocks had em sleep on the ground wit no mattress
Life or death I just got thrown in transition
Bullets took skin like that clip circumcision
Saw how I'm runnin the fetti all hunnids
I ain't never fold for you bitches
Slappin a thot you'd might think I was Ellen
Got a lil clout then his ego was swellin
Real hate and that's held in
But that's all in past so I never could dwell it
Clock in clock out go and fuck up a watch
Old diamonds no cost
Close ties wit the mob hit on a job
Shootin on demon time move wit a Glock
223 back brought the Glock in
Down off a high let the rock dip
Casket made in advance when the stock hit
That boy better have his protection
If not he'll be lookin from heaven
New message and there's 2 Mac 11's
Hoes mad that's just minor aggression
First impression I was misrepresented
Choppa hot yeah I came wit equipment
Green off the dock drug dealin my shipments
No broken families that ain't my intention
Tranquilizer got em frozen bitches be hoein
Feelin like Jeffery Dahmer no emotion
Look at his chains now they stolen
Papers and fetti they all interwoven
Xans turned me into a zombie
Sittin dead like a muhfucka passed
Boof pack on my waist like it's on me
Caught em cappin then they went got the strap
Man to man there won't be intervention
Stopped his heart that's a brief intermission
Payed in full but I ain't gotta pension
Understandin when they bank account dented
Dirty pistol at my side that hip gotta ratchet
Massacre ready Stephen Paddock
Pimped out hoe magnet
Hard knocks had em sleep on the ground wit no mattress
Life or death I just got thrown in transition
Bullets took skin like that clip circumcision
Saw how I'm runnin the fetti all hunnids
I ain't never fold for you bitches
Slappin a thot you'd might think I was Ellen
Got a lil clout then his ego was swellin
Real hate and that's held in
But that's all in past so I never could dwell it
Clock in clock out go and fuck up a watch
Old diamonds no cost
Close ties wit the mob hit on a job
Shootin on demon time move wit a Glock
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Writer(s): Chet Blakey
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