Lil Wyte - I Know You Strapped lyrics
[Lil Wyte - I Know You Strapped lyrics]
Know what I'm sayin
This mothafucking song dedicated
To them weak ass bitches that
Follow me in the club
On that weed, that white, that liquor
The whole 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 VIP
(HCP) thats the real killas
Sittin in the back
Waitin on yo mothafuckin ass
You know what I'm sayin? Bitch
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'mma 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
I know you strapped
But, you cowards like to play hard
And knowin that you don't wanna
Catch a murder charge
See busters like to get full of that
Weed and liquor snort a line
In ya mind now yous a killer
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
And I'm drunk man you need to slow down
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 solder 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
This mothafucking song dedicated
To them weak ass bitches that
Follow me in the club
On that weed, that white, that liquor
The whole 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 VIP
(HCP) thats the real killas
Sittin in the back
Waitin on yo mothafuckin ass
You know what I'm sayin? Bitch
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'mma 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
I know you strapped
But, you cowards like to play hard
And knowin that you don't wanna
Catch a murder charge
See busters like to get full of that
Weed and liquor snort a line
In ya mind now yous a killer
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
And I'm drunk man you need to slow down
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 solder 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