Drumma Boy - Strapped Up lyrics

[Intro: Trae tha Truth speaking] Yeah The undisputed king n***a I am the street, sh** - haha Trae tha Truth Pyrexx Yeah [Verse 1: Trae tha Truth] If you looking for the realest I'm here to give you the biz King of whatever them n***as yelling they is Any n***a got a problem, well then tell 'em who it is I didn't stutter motherf**er, you can tell 'em who it is Got a temper that'll beat a n***a up under the flow With a pipe that I probably sticking up under your ho If they wanna get it in, tell em I'm ready to go Got a trap, I put it somewhere up under the snow When they come to get money, then tell em I'm all in Drama you looking for, this topic will fall in If it go to work, then I bet that you called in In the back of this Phantom out the side that I crawled in If I did it, don't worry about it, tell em it's all me If I did it, you heard about it, tell em it's all G Put you out of sight for a hell of a small fee People give a f** about if you had a show or tell em that it's free Come and switch it up, you n***as f**ing with my minute, get it back Tell em I was sick, even sicker when I hit a track Never been one to give a f** about what you feeling Cause if you feeling anything different, I ain't feeling that Yeah the king back Team is all black Green is all racks Rachine is all that Anything I'm in like to transform when the sun go Fourth wheel stunt while the fifth one lean back I bet you never seen a n***a who talk for night No matter where you at, I bet I'll light up your life I'm a star, at the same time hood with it Set it off, I bet like Mary you're praying to Christ So my advice, if you see me with Pyrexx The gang's somewhere round and ready for whatever b**h So just know when you f** with gorillas Gorillas gone show you what's really whatever b**h [Hook] I'm strapped up, black mask Still gangsta, in the hood Set tripping, still thugging Real n***a, understood What they talking, I ain't tripping Chopper loaded, I ain't slipping Now you're leaking, should've listened f**ing with the game will leave you missing Strapped up, black mask Still gangsta, in the hood Set tripping, still thugging Real n***a, understood What they talking, I ain't tripping Chopper loaded, I ain't slipping Now you're leaking, should've listened f**ing with the game will leave you missing [Verse 2: Pyrexx] I'm tatted up, all white Pistol loaded, what they talking I ain't tripping, Trae I got 'em Like I'm getting money when I'm up from the bottom P-Y-R-E-double-X, Pyrexx, you can tell I'm a beast with the flow Every in caine's in my vo', when I go, I'm a show, with them motherf**ing diggers in the globe now Got Trae on this track with this white boy Yeah well it's like out of this world you would think I'm black But I ain't, but I got a black heart with a blue blood bumping out this motherf**in' track Uh, yeah, I'm not b**h, "Free Pyrexx" was a movement b**h Whatcha wanna do, f**ing with a fool One phone call Trae get the click mobbin' b**h I'm from the hood, northside Northwest psychers home That's right Don't get it twisted, on mine I can run with the gorillas from the southside So I ride with a co*ked nine, never stop mine Fitting to rise and to shine, I'm a get it in Never will I give, get it how I live After doing this bid y'all gonna really star, star… But even in my raps, my style, my flow is gone but everybody know Till I'm out on me, everything give away big up to the tone we gone get this dough homie Best believe when I step out I'm a shine bright with a mouth full of gold Six point stars on the teeth Known for the cheef f** with the camp on the ground when you go [Hook] [Interlude] [Hook]