She Gotta Hold My Strap Z (of Firing Squad)

[Intro: Z]
Y'all know Z don't usually do these ones
But if that bitch down homie
If she gon' hold that strap for you
Better keep that bitch

[Verse 1: Z]
If I'm jumping up out the ride because the 5-0 hitting lights
Then it me who putting meat-sacks in your underwear tonight
Her bitch down but then they face us
When they find that I ain't hyped to fuck a groupie
Cause they lose me with that tunnel vision sight
Her bitch got a sharpener, purse and case
Mine are dead and fine
She go home and share, then grind these dimes while I stay lying
Clear the body for the money go full throttle on the line
We're pouring bottles, sniffing powder off the counter with a dime
Faded till we fucking, wake-up cleaning up on nines
I roll the blunt for the puffing while she sucking through the time
They see us walk through functions and they hate the fact we grind
Parallel to angry sales while we thugging on the climb (go)

[Chorus: Z]
She know it's real thugging
She know it's real thugging
She know it's real thugging
Gotta be down to hold on my strap
She know it's real thugging
She know it's real thugging
She know it's real thugging
Gotta be down to hold on my strap