Strap Da Fool - Get Blowed lyrics

Verse 1: Light them blunts fat 3 5 in em That match 9-5 I had to grind in em I inspect the pack take my time with'em Eyes blood shot Pine designer leans Hustle hard ,hustle hard n***a mine your business The trouble start in the yard I know you'll be missing Got shooters at a attention They hit you for a tension Ain't thinking bout the critics I know them b**hes listening I'm playing my position I started with a 50 Now I'm thumbing through that check now that sh** silly This that inspiration I had dedication Now it's fortiago's Riding on the pavement Chorus: Good kush, Good drank I'm in another zone Stacking paper my n***a I gets my hustle on Wish these hater's and critics Leave me the f** alone I'm getting blowed blowed Verse 2: S.T.R.A.P b**h Know I kick that G sh** Know we got that good drink Know we keep that tree lit Check out all these water diamonds Bout to make her sea sick Pocket's on a quater pint yeah they extra chessy Wait till they relesase this bumping this sh** on [?] Zone 6 n***as in the trap with me Got 10 young gunners in the back of me Got three chains white-stones Like c**aine getting blowed With my gang Ping pongin,blue flame Never met a n***a like me before I get 50 racks turn it to a hundred Watch me move that pack like a track runner Hundreds in in the sack blowing marijuana Pint of codeine sip it like I want it You lil n***as can't f** with the kid Bossed up just look what I did Talking cash like guap what it is Imma young n***a keep lean like [?] Hell yeah a n***a coming in by myself Real street n***a's gone feel how I feel Had to grind them years Shine on my peers Now we on columns flying And hitting gears Kush in my blunt 12 in my whip Push that bu*ton bet that b**h disappear Cost bouta brick for the Audamar On the 35th floor it's a party here Chorus: Good kush, Good drank I'm in another zone Stacking paper my n***a I gets my hustle on Wish these hater's and critics Leave me the f** alone I'm getting blowed blowed