Get the Strap (feat. Project Pat)

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Young Bullard

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Nick-B
Grindhard

Drippin yeah ya boy just got the sauce
Praying I won't make it, f*ck it dust it off
You ain't pushing nothing, I can't f*ck 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, f*ck it dust it off
You ain't pushing nothing, I can't f*ck 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, f*ck it dust it off
You ain't pushing nothing, I can't f*ck 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

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