Strapped Out chords by Pretty Black
Intro 1
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I'm ready for drama,
Verse 1
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just know P carry the llama
E
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They bury you before they bury your mama
Am
You can call me the king,
S -430 blowin' it
E
Em
Two -way to FedEx, the hitman of the fix
Am
His plane touched down
at a quarter to eight
Em
O 'Hare Airport, of course it was late
Am
He hopped in instantly,
we rollin' the grapes
Em
Told him about the Syrian niggas
that was holdin' away
Am
Barbies, restaurant,
he took fish, I ordered steak
Em
Told the nigga,
we need a bigger portion of plate
Am
All you do is collect money,
we order the crates
Em
Life in the feds is hard,
you ignore my fate
Am
We need a better price on the product,
Em
a discount on the key s
They got a cheaper with the Vietnamese
Am
Once they craze, come with the trees
And they bring it to us
Em
He replied in an ill manner,
Am
who could you trust? Yo! After
Em
I pull my strap out, strap out
Am
My memory just blacked out
E
If you don't pull your strap out
Em
Am
Then you can never pull it out
Lonely niggas strap this shit
Em
And if you don't blast first,
then we all die too
Am
Yeah!
Lonely niggas strap this shit
E
And if you don't blast first,
Em
then we all die too
Am
Yo! I'm just waking up in the morning,
man, I love my life
Em
Got out of bed, took a shower,
Am
gotta get it right
Phone ring as I step on the marble
Em
DBI see when I answer,
I'm business,
Am
they can't stand me
Who could it be?
It's my dude from Chicago
E
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Big chipped up Marcielago
Biggie Koop, the noob, there I go
E
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Jumps in a G4, fine, hi, bro
Am
Fold up the laptop, I enter the area
Em
50 states, small figure,
Am
that guard at a barrier
I'm still moving as I jump in a spaceship
E
Em
Cock that 50 cal guns to they faces
Am
It's really good,
so what's happening baby
E
Em
We the dudes, we can't lose
Am
Gotta make a nigga pay me
I'm Godzilla as I'm pushing the pride up
Em
A hundred niggas hustling,
we ready for drama
Am
H2s, a hundred keys and coca linds
E
Em
We dope stuff, we need it cheap
and we still cop steep
Am
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Em
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It's the God It's the God Yo!
Em
After I put my strap out, strap out
Am
My memory just blacked out
E
If you don't put your strap up,
Em
Am
then you can never pull it out
Only niggas strap this shit,
Em
and if you don't blast first,
then we all die too, yeah
Am
Only niggas strap this shit,
Em
and if you don't blast first,
then we all die too, yeah
Am
wiped out off the earth
with my clockwork
Em
You know it's gon' hurt
with my strap work
Am
Yeah, I'm fuckin' your wife
till her cock hurt
Em
Up the block in a 7 .3 driver skirt
Am
Snakes still feedin' foes, no cut, no rub
E
Em
Up the block, goin' up, numbin',
Am
beastin', beastin'
Slappin' niggas for no reason,
cause niggas typey
Em
Niggas don't like me,
cause I pipe as wifey
Am
Niggas fakin' from the 600, gunnin'
Em
On the backstreet,
Am
cussin' when there's nothin'
When my choppa dump, I leave niggas slum
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Up the block in the drop, nigga, what?
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I'll you
Strapped Out
Pretty Black
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