Strap Da Fool - Heinz 57 текст песни

feat. Gucci Mane

With it, lord, jay a rubber band
But you couldn't though with this love fan
To the scrubs, send a fucking pass
We let them fuckers blind when we pull up with our cars
Smack a honey, grind, throw a hundred grand
For a half of pint in an ocean crate.. niggas wanna grind
Feel though so good, the salsa will make you lick your hand

In a truck …big Gucci, guap, 50 scraps in a bag
We got 10 Uzi, I got 3 cellphones, all my lines ringing
I got 4 chains on, vivid they just blinging
Any fish in water, we been pouring up syrup
Honey bands on me, you coming on the third
Out of my brigade, had to flood it out
Rich nigga but I still got a gold mouth
Ricks on top of ricks, nigga, I'm talking M's
Got no young, nigga, we sprouts, they shooting near
Country boy, tell him wait in line
Get that cash by any mean, jugging out his head

With it, lord, jay a rubber band
But you couldn't though with this love fan
To the scrubs, send a fucking pass
We let them fuckers blind when we pull up with our cars
Smack a honey, grind, throw a hundred grand
For a half of pint in an ocean crate.. niggas wanna grind
Feel though so good, the salsa will make you lick your hand


Mic oh so dirty I'm pulling a muddy
Straight from the six, me and my buddies is on my shoes
Stop acting a fool, the beating gone through, you know that they love me
Me and these niggas are nothing alike
They pour a duce, we pour a pint
You fall on your scrap, they come with the scraps
Young nigga shooting, they earning their stripes
I love the ice, that kind of money is gone by the night
That's … we should relate, leave it to me, I make sure that we straight
I stop a gate, fight for the eight, Gucci on the kids, they wore up a cape
…and they tolling ok, spread your bananas and blow you away
I lay the forges and I lay the whoops, I lay the shoots, I lay the …
Hurry up the first and they get on the fourth
I lay the swisher, I lay the grind, I lay the pistol, shoot till they down
Through and official, throwing their …
It's a lot of street nigga, that's what I am

With it, lord, jay a rubber band
But you couldn't though with this love fan
To the scrubs, send a fucking pass
We let them fuckers blind when we pull up with our cars
Smack a honey, grind, throw a hundred grand
For a half of pint in an ocean crate.. niggas wanna grind
Feel though so good, the salsa will make you lick your hand