Strapped Wit Tha Gloc Lil Jyule (Ft. Playa Fly)
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[Chorus: DJ Paul & Gangsta Blac]
A nigga strapped with the Glock, and it's cocked, 'bout to shoot you bitch
Don't you ever–don't you ever try to test my nuts
A nigga strapped with the Glock, and it's cocked, 'bout to shoot you bitch
Don't you ever–don't you ever try to test my nuts
A nigga strapped with the Glock, and it's cocked, 'bout to shoot you bitch
Don't you ever–don't you ever try to test my nuts
A player strapped with the Glock, and it's cocked, 'bout to shoot you bitch
Don't you ever–don't you ever try to test my nuts
[Verse 1: Lil Jyule]
Raised on Richmond Street, kick it in Southward
The plane's about to leave, so bitches come on aboard
You hoes don't want none, niggas, come get you some
Don't come alone, punk, you better bring your fuckin' gun
I'm high 'cause I chief the sack, I'm chillin' with Blizzo Mack
We rollin' Rochelle's thang, we drinkin' 'a pint of Yak
These niggas ain't really shit, they cross me out over a bitch
I'm keepin' my fuckin' cool, my mind is 'bout to click
I'm high as a motherfucker, I'm ready to kill a sucker
I'm firin' this fuckin' tone as soon as I see that buster
These niggas can't fade me, a ho can't break me
I know I'm a player, fool, I buck hoes daily
I'm rappin' off this motherfuckin' beat by the Triple Six
Blood that was born in me, I'm fizzire with my glizzock, bitch
A nigga strapped with the Glock, and it's cocked, 'bout to shoot you bitch
Don't you ever–don't you ever try to test my nuts
A nigga strapped with the Glock, and it's cocked, 'bout to shoot you bitch
Don't you ever–don't you ever try to test my nuts
A nigga strapped with the Glock, and it's cocked, 'bout to shoot you bitch
Don't you ever–don't you ever try to test my nuts
A player strapped with the Glock, and it's cocked, 'bout to shoot you bitch
Don't you ever–don't you ever try to test my nuts
[Verse 1: Lil Jyule]
Raised on Richmond Street, kick it in Southward
The plane's about to leave, so bitches come on aboard
You hoes don't want none, niggas, come get you some
Don't come alone, punk, you better bring your fuckin' gun
I'm high 'cause I chief the sack, I'm chillin' with Blizzo Mack
We rollin' Rochelle's thang, we drinkin' 'a pint of Yak
These niggas ain't really shit, they cross me out over a bitch
I'm keepin' my fuckin' cool, my mind is 'bout to click
I'm high as a motherfucker, I'm ready to kill a sucker
I'm firin' this fuckin' tone as soon as I see that buster
These niggas can't fade me, a ho can't break me
I know I'm a player, fool, I buck hoes daily
I'm rappin' off this motherfuckin' beat by the Triple Six
Blood that was born in me, I'm fizzire with my glizzock, bitch
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