Gotta Stay Strapped - Juicy J, Alley Boy, Project Pat

Yes I’m smoking weed always pussy

Let’s go

I’m ridin with that package so I gotta stay strapped

Yes sir

I ain’t tryna catch that pack so I gotta stay strapped

No sir

With two nines to your chest, we gon call you Warren Sapp

For you rats that’s tryna take cheese from the trap

I’m ridin with that package so I gotta stay strapped

Ride

I ain’t tryna catch that pack so I gotta stay strapped

No Sir

With two nines to your chest, we gon call you Warren Sapp

For you rats that’s tryna take cheese from the trap

Doping and whipping, a groupie hoe on my dick

These hoes ain’t in love with me, they in love with my chips

No seat belt is strapped, but I gotta strap in my lap

Got rats comin for my cheese they gonna run across my trap

Money on your head but you ain’t gonna need a cap

Put your ass to sleep, take a permanent nap

I got plenty of tools, but I don’t play with them

I go to sleep with all my bitches, yeah I lay with them

Homie I’m always strapped, like a green marine

In my cup I got that lean, that’s that drink

Some of my niggas trappers, some of them crooks

If you think we ain’t bout to bust, you dumb as you look

I’m ridin with that package so I gotta stay strapped

Yes sir

I ain’t tryna catch that pack so I gotta stay strapped

No sir

With two nines to your chest, we gon call you Warren Sapp

For you rats that’s tryna take cheese from the trap

I’m ridin with that package so I gotta stay strapped

Ride

I ain’t tryna catch that pack so I gotta stay strapped

No Sir

With two nines to your chest, we gon call you Warren Sapp

For you rats that’s tryna take cheese from the trap

Got nine shots now Warren Sapp

All the heroine on my block, got junkies runnin laps

We ridin round with that strap, nigga checkin traps

All these bright eyed ass niggas eatin, so we fittin snap

You gettin money, so we take yo money

Don’t be lookin funny, gon spill ya onioin

Start runnin, hear that thang hummin, when you hear that thang hummin

Niggas start runnin

Ain’t gon chase ya, but I’m gon get ya

Ya homeboys, they goin with ya

It’s a reaction, malt liquor

Young niggas, hair triggers

Cold blood, laid his ass out

All the lil niggas on the 150, they the ones that had to clout

We the ones that had to go hard, and lay niggas head in lap

On the rap

It’s time to take the cheese from the trap

I’m ridin with that package so I gotta stay strapped

Yes sir

I ain’t tryna catch that pack so I gotta stay strapped

No sir

With two nines to your chest, we gon call you Warren Sapp

For you rats that’s tryna take cheese from the trap

I’m ridin with that package so I gotta stay strapped

Ride

I ain’t tryna catch that pack so I gotta stay strapped

No Sir

With two nines to your chest, we gon call you Warren Sapp

For you rats that’s tryna take cheese from the trap

I’m after the cheese, after the green, call it trap Kermit

Straight hoppin, pistol poppin, we ain’t got no permits

Been up in here for four / five days, call me hood Hermit

Can’t show no bread like Lenny on good times, had to burn him

Now it’s gonna learn him, you pancake niggas mouths flippin

Banana chopper turn your niggas cherries into banana splits

Gettin head like a fitted cap, from yo baby moms

Nigga mad, now he wanna do a pimp bodily harm

Project want, double barrel in your face

I’m on some rubber band business, Juicy J

Automatic guns, paper sacks, full of presidents

Every shell wiped off, I ain’t leavin evidence

I’m ridin with that package so I gotta stay strapped

Yes sir

I ain’t tryna catch that pack so I gotta stay strapped

No sir

With two nines to your chest, we gon call you Warren Sapp

For you rats that’s tryna take cheese from the trap

I’m ridin with that package so I gotta stay strapped

Ride

I ain’t tryna catch that pack so I gotta stay strapped

No Sir

With two nines to your chest, we gon call you Warren Sapp

For you rats that’s tryna take cheese from the trap