Heinz 57 lyrics

[Intro: Skooly]
We got London on da track

[Chorus: Strap & Gucci Mane]
With it, lord, jay a rubberband
Gucci cook the dope with his left hand
To the scrubs, send a f*cking pass
We let them f*ckers blam, when we pull them, it's going ham
Smoke a hundred grams, throw a hundred grand
Pour half a pint in an ocean crate
Hines 57, n*ggas wanna grind
The dope so good, the salsa will make you lick your hand

[Verse 1: Strap]
In the trap house, I'm with big Gucci
50 straps in the bag, we got 10 Uzis
I got 3 cellphones, all my lines ringing
I got 4 chains on, VVS's blinging
In the kitchen, water whipping, pouring up syrup
Hundred bands [?] coming on the [?]
[?] had to flood it out
Rich n*gga, but I still got a gold mouth
Racks on top of racks, n*gga, I'm talking M's
Got them young n*ggas with straps, they shoot FNN's
He a country boy, tell him wait in line
Get that cash by any means, jugging all the time
[Chorus: Strap & Gucci Mane]
With it, lord, jay a rubberband
Gucci cook the dope with his left hand
To the scrubs, send a f*cking pass
We let them f*ckers blam, when we pull them, it's going ham
Smoke a hundred grams, throw a hundred grand
Pour half a pint in an ocean crate
Hines 57, n*ggas wanna grind
The dope so good, the salsa will make you lick your hand

[Verse 2: Strap]
My cup so dirty, I'm pouring up muddy
Straight from the 6, me and my buddies
Designer my shoes, I'm acting a fool
Them b*tches gon' choose, you know that they love me
Me and these n*ggas ain't nothing alike
They pour a duse, we pour a pint
You f*ck with young Strap, they come with them straps
Young n*ggas shooting, they earning they stripes
All of this [?], all of this ice
Pack came this morning, it's gone by tonight
[?] new [?]
Leave it to me, I'ma show that we straight
Iced out [?] first 48
Gucci in the kitchen, whipped up a cake
Zone 6 Atlanta, they toating them K's
[?] bananas and blow you away
All of these [?] on all of these whips
All of these shooters, with all of these clips
All this codeine [?] all that I sip
Re-up on the first, and again on the fifth
All of these swishers, all of these grams
All of these pistols, shoot til they jam
[?] official, doing that slam
Salute all the street n*ggas, that's what I am
[Chorus: Strap & Gucci Mane]
With it, lord, jay a rubberband
Gucci cook the dope with his left hand
To the scrubs, send a f*cking pass
We let them f*ckers blam, when we pull them, it's going ham
Smoke a hundred grams, throw a hundred grand
Pour half a pint in an ocean crate
Hines 57, n*ggas wanna grind
The dope so good, the salsa will make you lick your hand