Nick B, Project Pat - Get The Strap lyrics
[Nick B, Project Pat - Get The Strap lyrics]
Nick-B grindhard
Drippin yeah ya boy just got the sauce
Praying I won't make it, fuck it dust it off
You ain’t pushing nothing
I can't fuck with you at all it's nothing
Took some loses but I know I never fall
Drippin yeah ya boy just got the sauce
Hit the city with me
Yeah you know I’m tryna ball
You ain't pushing nothing but you
Said you have it all
It's nothing took some loses but
I know I never fall
For them bands I'ma get it you
Like a bitch on her menstrual
Ya mental fold under pressure
You acting too sentimental
Coincidentally you ratted extendo clips
For these snitches
My situation is building the
Vision mixed with ambition
Them suckas ain't pushing nothin
They 10 below poverty
To many bitches be fucking and
Giving head for da free
Gotta steer clear of you lame ducks
You a puppet to me
I'm trying to cut the strings, you dead
Them hollows peel thru ya knees
I know you creepin tryna take what's mine
I'll turn this bitch to Columbine
Go improvise and stay wit da nines
We terrorize them dolla signs
Now why you thinking suicide when bottom
Line I die for mine
Stop clinging onto death them shooters caught
You by the dotted line go move to the back
I guess you ain’t tryna stunt
Vultures say that you love me
But I ain’t seen em in months
I'm on my way to the top
So tell ya plug I don’t front
Keep on hating on me that 45 is a must
Drippin yeah ya boy just got the sauce
Praying I won't make it, fuck it dust it off
You ain't pushing nothing
I can't fuck with you at all it’s nothing
Took some loses but I know I never fall
Drippin yeah ya boy just got the sauce
Hit the city with me
Yeah you know I'm tryna ball
You ain't pushing nothing but you
Said you have it all
It's nothing took some loses but
I know I never fall
30 bands, 30 grand, AK-40 in my hand
Make you suckers understand
Draco kill ya where you stand
Sold a nigga a key of sand
Thought that I was his man
A project nigga, get it out the mud
Got it out the pan i'll be damned if I'm not
Gonna count up alotta grands
In my city for that peanut
Butter make a lotta jam
50 in the drum make you scram
Call me Uncle Sam, the way I tax these niggas
I don't play I send them killas pattaa
Still the same nigga hanging with the hittas
Have my shooter bring you extra guns
I can squeeze the trigger extra figures
Foot off the side for them extra nigga
See them bullets poppin
You either dead or on a stretcher nigga
Drippin yeah ya boy just got the sauce
Praying I won't make it, fuck it dust it off
You ain't pushing nothing
I can't fuck with you at all it's nothing
Took some loses but I know I never fall
Drippin yeah ya boy just got the sauce
Hit the city with me
Yeah you know I'm tryna ball
You ain't pushing nothing but you
Said you have it all
It's nothing took some loses but
I know I never fall
Drippin yeah ya boy just got the sauce
Praying I won't make it, fuck it dust it off
You ain’t pushing nothing
I can't fuck with you at all it's nothing
Took some loses but I know I never fall
Drippin yeah ya boy just got the sauce
Hit the city with me
Yeah you know I’m tryna ball
You ain't pushing nothing but you
Said you have it all
It's nothing took some loses but
I know I never fall
For them bands I'ma get it you
Like a bitch on her menstrual
Ya mental fold under pressure
You acting too sentimental
Coincidentally you ratted extendo clips
For these snitches
My situation is building the
Vision mixed with ambition
Them suckas ain't pushing nothin
They 10 below poverty
To many bitches be fucking and
Giving head for da free
Gotta steer clear of you lame ducks
You a puppet to me
I'm trying to cut the strings, you dead
Them hollows peel thru ya knees
I know you creepin tryna take what's mine
I'll turn this bitch to Columbine
Go improvise and stay wit da nines
We terrorize them dolla signs
Now why you thinking suicide when bottom
Line I die for mine
Stop clinging onto death them shooters caught
You by the dotted line go move to the back
I guess you ain’t tryna stunt
Vultures say that you love me
But I ain’t seen em in months
I'm on my way to the top
So tell ya plug I don’t front
Keep on hating on me that 45 is a must
Drippin yeah ya boy just got the sauce
Praying I won't make it, fuck it dust it off
You ain't pushing nothing
I can't fuck with you at all it’s nothing
Took some loses but I know I never fall
Drippin yeah ya boy just got the sauce
Hit the city with me
Yeah you know I'm tryna ball
You ain't pushing nothing but you
Said you have it all
It's nothing took some loses but
I know I never fall
30 bands, 30 grand, AK-40 in my hand
Make you suckers understand
Draco kill ya where you stand
Sold a nigga a key of sand
Thought that I was his man
A project nigga, get it out the mud
Got it out the pan i'll be damned if I'm not
Gonna count up alotta grands
In my city for that peanut
Butter make a lotta jam
50 in the drum make you scram
Call me Uncle Sam, the way I tax these niggas
I don't play I send them killas pattaa
Still the same nigga hanging with the hittas
Have my shooter bring you extra guns
I can squeeze the trigger extra figures
Foot off the side for them extra nigga
See them bullets poppin
You either dead or on a stretcher nigga
Drippin yeah ya boy just got the sauce
Praying I won't make it, fuck it dust it off
You ain't pushing nothing
I can't fuck with you at all it's nothing
Took some loses but I know I never fall
Drippin yeah ya boy just got the sauce
Hit the city with me
Yeah you know I'm tryna ball
You ain't pushing nothing but you
Said you have it all
It's nothing took some loses but
I know I never fall