Menace

Artist: Double f/C-Bo, killa tay
Album:
Song: Gotta Stay Strapped
Typed by: Seasideplayer@Hotmail.com

[Killa Tay]
Blast these muthafuckas I get cash from these bustas
Got me Dee federales and the taz trying a touch us
Real made men never gave in to nothing
Used to have hoop dreams now we into hustling clutes
Still way to muthafucking real for these niggas
I’m a mafia rider who down to kill for my niggas
Share hood with my niggas smoke bud with my niggas
Never trust a bitch but I’m in love with my trigga
Ain’t ready to funk on pac at every show
My enemies head if you riding let me know
My life on the line my life on the grind
Is hectic in these last days so much cash made
Enough to get your ass sprayed
From the O.G’z to the B.G’z we blow weed
Sell the keys with felonies accumulating my G’z
My Mama told me to get my education
But I’m a Soulja with a glock I hit my block
Cheddar chasing mob life

[Double chorus 2x]
Gotta stay strapped who the heck got my fucking back
When my enemy come dumping caps
I gotta stay strapped off the pain and the misery
That’s why I keep my protection for my enemies

[C-Bo]
I know you keep me in my six hundred
Flossing the whip with your chick on my dick
Boy you better talk to him stacking a grip
And best believe I ain’t causing the shit
But nic and the script is wrote that nigga two tossing a chick
Ain’t that a bitch feel me nobody does it better
And a trick ass nigga in gator boots and a cashmier sweater
See me in air max’s two rollies in s classes
We in the back of the club sipping x.o. in our glasses
Shinning like fine diamond rollies they all whining
It’s a trip how they see me now back when I was hinded now
I’m boss hog and I tell you don’t cross dog
Floss all summer spring winter fall
Catch me in a fresh bently smothered with models
Got these star struck hoes sipping on two hundred dollar of alcohol
bottle
Joke on the trottle nigga smashing through traffic
Body guards strapped down with automatics
Looking out for the static

[Double chorus 2x]
Gotta stay strapped who the heck got my fucking back
When my enemy come dumping caps
I gotta stay strapped off all the pain and the misery
That’s why I keep my protection for my enemies

[Double]
Teflon tips starts ripping through your fucking chest
With mr.test with major paine and killa tay connect
High hard G’z strictly living by the coke
And breaking bread with cohulos all across the globe foo
I’m pulling licks from major chips in the twuamp ohh five
And all day everyday about the fucking bricks
My destiny is to have it major or when I punch this time bomb
About the fucking acres I can back mine
And got a tech when I pack mine
I let of two two threes and leave you back line
I guess these haters wanna see how funky I can get
So I’m busting them through the window
Leaving them soaking wet from sun up to sun down
The pace is putting it down
Protecting my sac with a forty caliber strap
And ready to let of cracks