Strapped Wit Tha Gloc lyrics

[Chorus: DJ Paul & Gangsta Blac]
A n*gga strapped
With the Glock, and it's c*cked, 'bout to shoot you b*tch
Don't you ever-don't you ever try to test my nuts (A n*gga strapped)
With the Glock, and it's c*cked, 'bout to shoot you b*tch
Don't you ever-don't you ever try to test my nuts (A n*gga strapped)
With the Glock, and it's c*cked, 'bout to shoot you b*tch
Don't you ever-don't you ever try to test my nuts (A player strapped)
With the Glock, and it's c*cked, 'bout to shoot you b*tch
Don't you ever-don't you ever try to test my nuts

[Verse 1: Lil Jyule]
Raised on Richmond Street, kick it in Southward
The plane's about to leave, so b*tches come on aboard
You hoes don't want none, n*ggas, come get you some
Don't come alone, punk, you better bring your f*ckin' gun
I'm high 'cause I chief the sack, I'm chillin' with Blizzo Mack
We rollin' Rochelle's thang, we drinkin' 'a pint of Yak
These n*ggas ain't really sh*t, they cross me out over a b*tch
I'm keepin' my f*ckin' crew, my mind is 'bout to click
I'm high as a motherf*cker, I'm ready to kill a sucker
I'm firin' this f*ckin' tone as soon as I see that buster
These n*ggas can't fade me, a ho can't break me
I know I'm a player, fool, I buck hoes daily
I'm rappin' off this motherf*ckin' beat by the Triple Six
Blood that was born in me, I'm strizzapped with my Glizzock, b*tch
[Bridge: Lil Jyule]
Ah, yeah, this Lil' Jyule in this motherf*cker
Kickin' sh*t with DJ Paul and Lil' Fly
Don't you ever try to test my nuts

[Chorus: DJ Paul & Gangsta Blac]
Don't you ever try to test my nuts
With the Glock, and it's c*cked, 'bout to shoot you b*tch
Don't you ever-don't you ever try to test my nuts (A n*gga strapped)
With the Glock, and it's c*cked, 'bout to shoot you b*tch
Don't you ever-don't you ever try to test my nuts

[Verse 2: Playa Fly]
Ho, you wanna test my nuts, ana's what I'm thinkin', B
S-P-V, we strappin' with them Glocks, down with R-I-C
Clickin' on you suckers talkin' sh*t 'bout a funky ho
Stick that tone up to your dome and lay your b*tch-ass on the floor
Motherf*ckers talkin' sh*t, ana' got me clickin'
Lemon jealous c*m catchin' n*ggas, busters tryna test Fly pimpin'
Mega blunts, they got me blinkin', thinkin' of another flow
Expose you buster-sucker, ho, my n*gga Jyule up in this, ho
Richmond Street and Orleans Click, Devil blood of Triple Six
Time to diss a funky ho, you know you suck Lil' Player di*k
Ho, you wanna play some games, now you know I had enough
Go and get so strizzapped with that Glock, pop you in your gut
Fly don't give a f*ck because you hot, so get off my jock
Keep on spreadin' f*ckin' rumors, then I'm knockin' off your socks
Oh sure, your ass around your folks, but you bet' not get so buck
'Cause when you see Fly's skin and grin
b*tch, Lil' Fly gon' test your nuts
[Chorus: DJ Paul & Gangsta Blac]
With the Glock, and it's c*cked, 'bout to shoot you b*tch
Don't you ever-don't you ever try to test my nuts (A n*gga strapped)
With the Glock, and it's c*cked, 'bout to shoot you b*tch
Don't you ever-don't you ever try to test my nuts (A n*gga strapped)
With the Glock, and it's c*cked, 'bout to shoot you b*tch
Don't you ever-don't you ever try to test my nuts (A n*gga, strapped)
With the Glock, and it's c*cked, 'bout to shoot you b*tch
Don't you ever-don't you ever try to test my nuts

[Verse 3: Lil Jyule]
Swangin' early Sunday mornin', smoke up in my head
Money on my bed, I need a blizzunt, beep my n*gga dead
Jumpin' in the fifteen hundred, rollin' with my n*gga Lil' Mont
Just scooped up my roadie Mont, so you know I got that blunt
I got my pistol on my hip, got a blizzunt stuck between my lips
Ski mask on, got my tone, now I'm finna take a trip
A player doin' it Richmond style, guerilla pimpin' by the mile
When I chief them bllzzunts, guaranteed to get buckwild
Gankin' n*ggas everyday, when I drink that 'Voisier
Knockin' busters out when I'm high off of smokin' hay
Got a bag from my n*gga, now I'm finna pull the trigger
On this buster trick who shot a cross out at this Richmond n*gga
Let me beep my roadie Mont, tell him to bring my f*ckin' gun
Shot a buster trick-ass n*gga, now I'm on the f*ckin' run
Runnin' for my life, I can not stop, the folks are comin', G
Twenty five cops strapped with Gats, tryna kill me
[Chorus: DJ Paul & Gangsta Blac]
Don't you ever try to test my nuts
With the Glock, and it's c*cked, 'bout to shoot you b*tch
Don't you ever-don't you ever try to test my nuts (A n*gga strapped)
With the Glock, and it's c*cked, 'bout to shoot you b*tch
Don't you ever-don't you ever try to test my nuts (A n*gga strizzapped, b*tch)
With the Glock, and it's c*cked, 'bout to shoot you b*tch
Don't you ever-don't you ever try to test my nuts (A n*gga strapped)
With the Glock, and it's c*cked, 'bout to shoot you b*tch
Don't you ever-don't you ever try to test my nuts
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