Lloyd Banks, Nipsey Hussle - Me And My Strap lyrics
[Lloyd Banks, Nipsey Hussle - Me And My Strap lyrics]
I don't need a homie, I can watch my own back
Just me and my strap just me and my strap
Riding with her on my lap 'cause
Niggas don't know how to act
Just me and my strap just me and my strap
Sour Diesel by the pound and
Money coming by the stack
I need it like that i need it like that
On point 'cause niggas hate it when
Your shit is on track just me and my strap
Just me and my strap
No sleep no reply, look a coward in his eyes
Unnecessary lies, just how a nigga fry
Respect to the sky, Gotti power 'til I die
If I'm at a house party
Shotty probably on the side
Smoke, poly, then I slide
Goin' whoop wolly on the ride
Southside, home of the pride
Where did you ride?
Guide, I want my mama house
Same size Obama house
Madonna house, Fendi rugs, Louis sink
And Prada couch small money make tall money
Every dollar counts
Tall money means more money
Bring the diamonds out
Who you think you is? 'Cause
I know who you are
We know where you be, you will be in D-E-E-P
Shit happens when you yip yappin'
I got both Blood and Crip backing
Don't get your shit smacked
I got a stupid buzz and a wardrobe
I only like to use for clubs
Day and night I'm used to hugs
I don't need a homie, I can watch my own back
Just me and my strap just me and my strap
Riding with her on my lap 'cause
Niggas don't know how to act
Just me and my strap just me and my strap
Sour Diesel by the pound and
Money coming by the stack
I need it like that i need it like that
On point 'cause niggas hate it when
Your shit is on track just me and my strap
Just me and my strap
Listen, look
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
I got to many enemies for you to ask why
My city is a warzone and there's two sides
So where I come from
Niggas murder to survive
Look, my purpose is to ride
Above you fake faggot motherfuckers I despise
745 when I ride by, yeah, my bitch fly
Smokers in the sky, why ask why
My Glock provide hollow tips for the homicide
My block alive, Frankenstein
I'm a problem child
Somebody tell 'em crack mailers
Makes mamas cry this MAC 11 crack selling
Check my Slauson style
I stay fly 'cause I ain't
Focused on falling down i'm ballin' now
So all my ex-bitches calling now
I fuck and clown
Kick 'em out and make a song about it
You talkin' 'bout that drama, boy
I'm all about it
Me and my pistol press a issue
We the squad about it
I don't need a homie, I can watch my own back
Just me and my strap just me and my strap
Riding with her on my lap 'cause
Niggas don't know how to act
Just me and my strap just me and my strap
Sour Diesel by the pound and
Money coming by the stack
I need it like that i need it like that
On point 'cause niggas hate it when
Your shit is on track just me and my strap
Just me and my strap
Niggas don't wanna see you paid
Niggas rather see you broke
Nigga rather be a hater
Fitted more than a scope
Lloyd got the game in choke
Figure four, in a yoke
Motherfucker, have a plan
That's more important than hope
What's more important than life?
Better get you a gun, get you a knife
'Cause if they'll get you once
They'll get you twice trife life
Neighborhood stripes and white ice
Nice flights
Came a long way from mountain bikes
Too many niggas in
Server gets the message out
Snitches burn bridges when the cops
Take the pressure out
Real recognize that ain't real
What can I say?
Like Pac, I'd rather be a N-IG-G-A
Getting twisted all day on that OG K
No time to play, a nigga don't move
He don't get paid hey, pass the zay
So I can get some groupie love
Blow job and Gucci glove
Orgy and a Gucci tub
I don't need a homie, I can watch my own back
Just me and my strap just me and my strap
Riding with her on my lap 'cause
Niggas don't know how to act
Just me and my strap just me and my strap
Sour Diesel by the pound and
Money coming by the stack
I need it like that i need it like that
On point 'cause niggas hate it when
Your shit is on track just me and my strap
Just me and my strap
Just me and my strap just me and my strap
Riding with her on my lap 'cause
Niggas don't know how to act
Just me and my strap just me and my strap
Sour Diesel by the pound and
Money coming by the stack
I need it like that i need it like that
On point 'cause niggas hate it when
Your shit is on track just me and my strap
Just me and my strap
No sleep no reply, look a coward in his eyes
Unnecessary lies, just how a nigga fry
Respect to the sky, Gotti power 'til I die
If I'm at a house party
Shotty probably on the side
Smoke, poly, then I slide
Goin' whoop wolly on the ride
Southside, home of the pride
Where did you ride?
Guide, I want my mama house
Same size Obama house
Madonna house, Fendi rugs, Louis sink
And Prada couch small money make tall money
Every dollar counts
Tall money means more money
Bring the diamonds out
Who you think you is? 'Cause
I know who you are
We know where you be, you will be in D-E-E-P
Shit happens when you yip yappin'
I got both Blood and Crip backing
Don't get your shit smacked
I got a stupid buzz and a wardrobe
I only like to use for clubs
Day and night I'm used to hugs
I don't need a homie, I can watch my own back
Just me and my strap just me and my strap
Riding with her on my lap 'cause
Niggas don't know how to act
Just me and my strap just me and my strap
Sour Diesel by the pound and
Money coming by the stack
I need it like that i need it like that
On point 'cause niggas hate it when
Your shit is on track just me and my strap
Just me and my strap
Listen, look
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
I got to many enemies for you to ask why
My city is a warzone and there's two sides
So where I come from
Niggas murder to survive
Look, my purpose is to ride
Above you fake faggot motherfuckers I despise
745 when I ride by, yeah, my bitch fly
Smokers in the sky, why ask why
My Glock provide hollow tips for the homicide
My block alive, Frankenstein
I'm a problem child
Somebody tell 'em crack mailers
Makes mamas cry this MAC 11 crack selling
Check my Slauson style
I stay fly 'cause I ain't
Focused on falling down i'm ballin' now
So all my ex-bitches calling now
I fuck and clown
Kick 'em out and make a song about it
You talkin' 'bout that drama, boy
I'm all about it
Me and my pistol press a issue
We the squad about it
I don't need a homie, I can watch my own back
Just me and my strap just me and my strap
Riding with her on my lap 'cause
Niggas don't know how to act
Just me and my strap just me and my strap
Sour Diesel by the pound and
Money coming by the stack
I need it like that i need it like that
On point 'cause niggas hate it when
Your shit is on track just me and my strap
Just me and my strap
Niggas don't wanna see you paid
Niggas rather see you broke
Nigga rather be a hater
Fitted more than a scope
Lloyd got the game in choke
Figure four, in a yoke
Motherfucker, have a plan
That's more important than hope
What's more important than life?
Better get you a gun, get you a knife
'Cause if they'll get you once
They'll get you twice trife life
Neighborhood stripes and white ice
Nice flights
Came a long way from mountain bikes
Too many niggas in
Server gets the message out
Snitches burn bridges when the cops
Take the pressure out
Real recognize that ain't real
What can I say?
Like Pac, I'd rather be a N-IG-G-A
Getting twisted all day on that OG K
No time to play, a nigga don't move
He don't get paid hey, pass the zay
So I can get some groupie love
Blow job and Gucci glove
Orgy and a Gucci tub
I don't need a homie, I can watch my own back
Just me and my strap just me and my strap
Riding with her on my lap 'cause
Niggas don't know how to act
Just me and my strap just me and my strap
Sour Diesel by the pound and
Money coming by the stack
I need it like that i need it like that
On point 'cause niggas hate it when
Your shit is on track just me and my strap
Just me and my strap