Strap Da Fool - Heinz 57 lyrics

rate me

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