Gangsta Blac - Strapped Wit Tha Gloc lyrics

(Chorus: DJ Paul and Gangsta Blac) My n***a strapped with the Glock and it's co*ked About to shoot you, b**h Don't you ever, Don't you ever try to test my nuts (Verse 1: Lil Jyule) Raised on Richmond Street, Kicking in Southward The plane's about to leave, So b**hes come on board You hoes don't want none, n***as come get you some Don't come along punk, You'd better bring your f**ing gun I'm high cause I'm chiefing sack, I'm chilling with blizo mack We rolling Rochelle's thang, We drinking a pint of Yak These n***as ain't really sh**, They cross me out over b**h I'm keeping my f**ing my cool, My mind's about to click I'm high as a motherf**er, I'm ready to k** a s**er I'm buying this f**ing tone as soon as I see that buster These n***as can't fade me, A hoe can't rape me I know I'm a player fool, I bust hoes daily I'm rapping on this motherf**ing beat by the Triple Six Blood that was born in me, I'm flizzock with my Glizzock b**h (Talking): Aw yeah, It's Lil Jyule in this motherf**er, Kicking sh** with DJ Paul and Lil Fly, Don't you ever try to test my nuts! (Chorus: DJ Paul and Gangsta Blac) (Verse 2: Playa Fly) Hoe you wanna test my nuts, Anna's what I'm thinking be S.P.V. we strapping with them Glocks, Down with R.I.C Clicking on you s**ers talking sh** about a funky hoe Stick that tone up to your dome And lay your b**h a** on the floor Motherf**ers talking sh**, Anna got me clicking lemon Jealous cum catching n***a bustas trying to test Fly pimping Mega blunts they got me bleak and thinking of another flow Expose you buster s**ers so my n***a Jyule up in this hoe Richmond Street and North Ridge Click Devil blood of Triple Six Time to diss a funky hoe, You know s** a player's dick Hoe you wanna play some games Now you know I've had enough Go and get so strizzapped with that Glock Pop you in your gut Fly don't give a f** because you hot, So get off my jock Keep on spreading f**ing rumors Then, I'm knocking off your socks Don't show your a** around here hoe But you better not get so buck Cause when you see Fly's skin and grin b**h, Lil Fly's gone test your nuts (Chorus: DJ Paul and Gangsta Blac) (Verse 3: Lil Jyule) Swinging early Sunday morning smoke up in my head Money on my bed I need a blizzant cause my n***a's dead Jumping in the 1,500 rolling with my n***a Lil Mont Just scooped up my rollie Mont, So you know I got that blunt I got a pistol on my hip, Got a blizzant stuck between my lips Ski mask on, Got my tone, Now I'm finna take a trip A player doing it Richmond style no realer pimping by the mile When I chief the blizzants guaranteed to get buckwild Ganking n***as everyday when I drink that Conveyance Knocking busters out when I'm high off of smoking hay Got a bag for my n***a, Now I'm finna pull the trigga On this busta trick who shot a cross at this Richmond n***a Let me beep my rollie Mont, Tell him bring my f**ing gun Shot a busta trick a** n***a, Now I'm on the f**ing run Running for my life, I cannot stop the force is coming, G 25 cops strapped with Gats trying to k** me (Chorus: DJ Paul and Gangsta Blac) (End of the Song)