I Know You Strapped lyrics

by

Devin The Dude


I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See n*ggas like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you'se a killa

Sweet Jones Story
Know what I'm talking bout?
P-I-M-P

I know you strapped, but you still a f*cking b*tch n*gga
Ya talkin' bumpkin cause I know you ain't sh*t n*gga
And if you don't shut the f*ck up, you'll get hit n*gga
And we'll put seven in your stomach through yo Hilfiger
I went to Dallas and some b*tches tried to test me
But my nuts too big to let a pus*y n*ggga check me
And I ain't laugh, b*tch n*ggas don't disrespect me
You shoulda killed me, b*tch the first day that you met me

I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See n*ggas like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you a killa

I told you n*gga I don't f*ck wit no K Rude
When I was young that n*gga f*cked me out some paper dude
But to call him to the studio that wasn't cross
But b*tch you almost got your homeboy broke off
Cause Uncle Paul was gonna hit it from the front door
The whole time I had my eyes on this yellow ho
Tryin' to talk like an O.G., better shut up
Before you get you and your homeboys whipped up
I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See n*ggas like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you a killa

The next night I'm at The Kitchen makin' hits and ends
I see some n*ggas drivin' funny in a square-like Benz
And sho' enough it was that b*tch that put me in the cross
The first line in my mind was to pick him off
I said f*ck him let's go do it, yeah let's let him talk
But if that b*tch gon' pull his pistol we gon' kill him off
I told that girl what this mafia's like b*tch
And if you ever try it it's gon' be repercussions across this b*tch

I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See n*ggas like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you a killa

You n*ggas weak so you call Houston for the hit
But didn't know that we got gangsta n*ggas all over this b*tch
So now you b*tches gotta deal with the King ho
Cause you done crossed me three times, we just can’t let that go
And to that phony 2Pac threatenin' my precious momma
You and V-90 is some b*tches for life, you’ll feel the drama
They be flying you to the center for that gun-shot trauma
You could get hit in your Bentley or your Purple Impala
I know ya strapped {screwed & chopped}
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See n*ggas like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you a killa

You ain't no gangsta n*gga
f*cker ass n*gga
You ain't slappin' nothing here junior
Better get your mind right b*tch
Dedicated to all you old stiff daddy ass n*ggas

When you... shoulda known not to f*ck with me b*tch {screwed & chopped}
I'm a put it dead on yo ass when it which
What happenin' my brother?
He was layin' there shaking and bleeding like a mother f*cker

All you 2Pac-ass wanna-be n*ggas
Get your brains blew out on your dashboard b*tch
Goin' down
Sweet Jones
Platinum b*tch!
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