Lil Wyte - I Know You Strapped lyrics

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[Lil' Wyte]

Know what I'm sayin

this mothafucking song dedicated

to them weak ass bitches that follow me in the club

on that weed, they white, they lookin for them xanax bars

That X whatever the fuck they on

You know what I'm sayin?

They think cause they drunk and they crunk

and they got a unit in the trunk that they just some hard mothafuckers

You know what I'm sayin?

But really they's the weak bitches

You know what I'm sayin?

You fall up in V.I.P. (HCP) thats the real killas sittin in the back

waitin on yo mothafuckin ass, you know what I'm sayin?

Bitch

[Lil' Wyte]

Smoke a blunt, get drunk, hit a line of that funk

Now you fallin up in the spot and you thinkin that you crunk

You ain't crunk, yous a punk, and I'ma show you that tonight

All it takes is one killer to step and we can start a fight

In the middle of the club, bitch wasup we can do this shit

Security ain't gonna jump in the way because they scared of this

Implantin this into ya brain so you know the next time you cross the line

Again it's standin full of sin when you fuck wit the boss

Biggest, badest, roughest motha fucker, but ya still a bitch

I'm comin in crunker than the others for the fuck of it

Liquor bottles hit ya harder than some syrup when ya slum

Have ya shakin, fakin, body achin by the time I'm done

Legally this isn't right but ask me if I give a shit

Peacefully I'll read your rights and have you beggin me to quit

Hit ya weed and liquor or whatever else it takes to jump

Just remember, just cause you fucked up it doesn't mean your crunk

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

I know you strapped, but you cowards like to play hard

And knowin that you don't wanna catch a murder charge

See butsters like to get full of that weed and liquor snort a line

In ya mind now yous a killer

[Lil' Wyte]

Damn man goddamn paul man you might have to slow this motha fucker down a

Little bit man I'm on that syrup man I'm high (drunk) man you need to slow down

[Lil' Wyte]

I'm not scared of you just cause you came in actin a damn fool

Runnin lip talkin shit, bet you wouldn't without ya tool

Now ya hard very hard ballin down the boulevard, pissy pants doin ya dance

I'm behind ya in a faster car, weak as water so is yo mama, father and ya

Faculty, quickly sauder up yo lips so you can't trip or speak of me

Watch me creep up from the back wit gats and pick you off by ones

Had to repaint the walls wit ya while ya smokin on ya blunt

Hate to be the one to show you that drugs kill and that's a fact

But I love that I am the one who put the bullet in your back

Next time when you step to the plate come back and just let it rip

Stead of bitchin out I thought you crunk, you ran back to ya whip

Holy ghost is up in ya when you see me you fade away

Makin fun of all you cowards powered by a pack of bay

Hopefully one day you'll find out in the end you just a bitch

Until then just keep on drinkin smokin snortin up some shit

[Chorus] - repeat to fade