Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Strapped Up , by - Boosie Badazz. Release date: 14.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Strapped Up |
| Money beats |
| Boosie Badazz nigga |
| And I keep my shit nigga, it’s part of my outfit |
| Just like I put on my shoes I put on my stray |
| Believe that nigga |
| Got my shit all in a shit my nigga |
| See I talk shit cause I’m boss shit, you is just a juvenile |
| You could die, he could die, believe me I’m all homicide |
| I got my strap, C got his strap |
| We just bossy yes we got bread so we don’t kidnap |
| If I’m fucking with that, I’m fucking with it asap |
| And everything that I wet, it ain’t a act it’s a fact |
| I got a vest in my rack so if you shoot at my back, it’s worthless |
| Turn around and start to bawl like some churches |
| Man we ball close with some police when it come to killing Ya’ll bogus |
| Ain’t no alright in my bed when I see you see, ain’t posing |
| I see ride that pony, seven kicks, Roney dead |
| Still I lay off easy man with seven prices on my head |
| Keep it in the club with me, fuck the fame |
| Man I get off the pain’s waiting at the bailer’s claim |
| And it ain’t no ratting in me nigga |
| Ain’t jumping, I’m dunking |
| If you looking for me nigga |
| I ain’t stunting I’m coming, I’m strapped |
| If I got my strap and he got his gas |
| Don’t fuck with me homeboy |
| I’m fucking with that |
| See me as a block boy |
| A Cali young pall head |
| And I’m from the south nigga |
| You see what we bout nigga |
| If I got my strap and he got his gas |
| Don’t fuck with me homeboy |
| I’m fucking with that |
| See me as a block boy |
| A Cali young pall head |
| And I’m from the south nigga |
| You see what we bout nigga |
| I say what I mean ya’ll, don’t slip when I give way |
| They say that I slung bird, but believe that I moonbird |
| A chick and the fish tails, the murderer don’t tell tales |
| The goons that tells tales, the ones ain’t make bail |
| The goons that make jail, they lying on they name dawg |
| They lying on the dick too, they the ones that fall off |
| See niggas say anything for a little respect yes |
| Like an accident waiting to happen, nigga a trainwreck |
| Took a picture and frame that with a Glock in my right hand |
| And I sleep with that same Glock on the top of my nightstand |
| See life is a crap game, grab all your crap out |
| But Boosie ain’t dead dawg, that nigga with the strap out |
| The one with the MAC out on a post at the crack house |
| They go to the stash house they busting then smash out |
| He mad cause he breathing is easing, no memories |
| He mad cause his breathing is |
| If I got my strap and he got his gas |
| Don’t fuck with me homeboy |
| I’m fucking with that |
| See me as a block boy |
| A Cali young pall head |
| And I’m from the south nigga |
| You see what we bout nigga |
| If I got my strap and he got his gas |
| Don’t fuck with me homeboy |
| I’m fucking with that |
| See me as a block boy |
| A Cali young pall head |
| And I’m from the south nigga |
| You see what we bout nigga |