Juicy J ft. Alley Boy, Project Pat - Gotta Stay Strapped Lyrics

Yes I’m smoking weed always pussy let's go
I’m ridin with that package so
I gotta stay strapped yes sir
I ain’t tryna catch that pack
So I gotta stay strapped no sir
With two nines to your chest
We gon call you Warren Sapp
For you rats that’s tryna take
Cheese from the trap
I’m ridin with that package so
I gotta stay strapped ride
I ain’t tryna catch that pack
So I gotta stay strapped no Sir
With two nines to your chest
We gon call you Warren Sapp
For you rats that’s tryna take
Cheese from the trap
Doping and whipping, a groupie ho on my dick
These hoes ain’t in love with me
They in love with my chips
No seat belt is strapped
But I gotta strap in my lap
Got rats comin for my cheese they
Gonna run across my trap
Money on your head but you
Ain’t gonna need a cap
Put your ass to sleep, take a permanent nap
I got plenty of tools
But I don’t play with them
I go to sleep with all my bitches
Yeah I lay with them
Homie I’m always strapped, like a green beret
In my cup I got that lean, that’s that drink
Some of my niggas trappers
Some of them crooks
If you think we ain’t bout to bust
You dumb as you look

I’m ridin with that package so
I gotta stay strapped yes sir
I ain’t tryna catch that pack
So I gotta stay strapped no sir
With two nines to your chest
We gon call you Warren Sapp
For you rats that’s tryna take
Cheese from the trap
I’m ridin with that package so
I gotta stay strapped ride
I ain’t tryna catch that pack
So I gotta stay strapped no Sir
With two nines to your chest
We gon call you Warren Sapp
For you rats that’s tryna take
Cheese from the trap
Got nine shots for that Warren Sapp
All the heroine on my block
Our junk is runnin laps
We ridin round with that strap, nigga takin?
All these? ass niggas eatin, so we takin?
You gettin money, so we take yo money
Don't be lookin funny, gon spill ya onioin
Start runnin, hear that thang hummin,?
Niggas start runnin
Ain't gon chase ya, but I'm gon get ya
Ya homeboys, they goin with ya
It's a reaction, malt liquor
Young niggas, hair triggers
Cold blood, laid his ass out
All the lil niggas on the 150
They the ones that had the?
We the ones that had to go hard
And lay niggas head in lap on the rap
It’s time to take the cheese from the trap

I’m ridin with that package so
I gotta stay strapped yes sir
I ain’t tryna catch that pack
So I gotta stay strapped no sir
With two nines to your chest
We gon call you Warren Sapp
For you rats that’s tryna take
Cheese from the trap
I’m ridin with that package so
I gotta stay strapped ride
I ain’t tryna catch that pack
So I gotta stay strapped no Sir
With two nines to your chest
We gon call you Warren Sapp
For you rats that’s tryna take
Cheese from the trap
I’m after the cheese, after the green
Call it trap Kermit
Straight hoppin, pistol poppin
We ain't got no permit's
Been up in here for four
Five days, call me hood Hermit
Can't show no bread like Lenny on good times
Had to burn him now it's gonna learn him
You pancake niggas mouths flippin
Banana chopper turn your niggas
Cherries into banana split's
Gettin head like a fitted cap
From yo baby moms
Nigga mad, now he wanna do a pimp bodily harm
Project want?, double barrel in your face
I’m on some rubber band business, Juicy J
Automatic guns, paper sacks
Full of presidents every shell wiped off
I ain't leavin evidence

I’m ridin with that package so
I gotta stay strapped yes sir
I ain’t tryna catch that pack
So I gotta stay strapped no sir
With two nines to your chest
We gon call you Warren Sapp
For you rats that’s tryna take
Cheese from the trap
I’m ridin with that package so
I gotta stay strapped ride
I ain’t tryna catch that pack
So I gotta stay strapped no Sir
With two nines to your chest
We gon call you Warren Sapp
For you rats that’s tryna take
Cheese from the trap