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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #515
Peak in subgenre #61
Author
Bom Green feat: AmnesiA
Uploaded
August 09, 2018
Track Files
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MP3 2.8 MB • 160 kbps • 2:25
Story behind the song
writer: T. Wright/J. Wright
producer: A. Major Productions
Lyrics
[chorus]
Weather we in the club or we just getting up, it really don't matter 'cause we stay strapped up.
And if you think I'm lying, then when you see me try it. You'll be bleeding and dying, so you better back up.
Man, you can come and front, but I hope you got a gun. If not, you better run 'cause we stay strapped up.
So, no need to beef 'cause everybody you see with me will squeeze the piece and you'll get clapped up.
[verse 1 - Bom Green]
I stay strapped up, so you better back up or it's a wrap, cous. Have your body bagged up. So, just have fun and keep it on wax, son, or the next thing you'll see is my gat dump. Because I rhyme on the mic don't mean I battle rap. So if you got an issue with me, I'd rather scrap. Bring all the help you can get 'cause it won't matter, man, 'cause my AK will teach you fucking faggots how to act. Matter of fact, I'mma splatter some cats. Light you roaches up and watch you start scattering fast. I never miss when I react with my strap because of the infrared at the end with a battery pack. I'm hard and white, so they call me a cracker. Throwing bullets, on the green, about the cheese like a Packer. You can say what you want, but just don't think I'm an actor. Turn your lights out with my 9, man, just like the clapper.
[chorus]
[verse 2 - AmnesiA]
Yea, I'm strapped up so you better back up. Get clapped up if you fucking act up. Wanna act tough? Only 'til the mac busts, then you'll look like you got smacked by a CAT bus. Call me old fashioned 'cause I like the Tommy Gun. Dump the hundred round drum. I'm like Gotti, son. Got a mob, a gang of white boys. There ain't no robbing me. They'll put you on ice, boy. That's the sound that the K makes. When I spray it, man, I don't even got to aim it. I just wave it. Leave your ass brainless. Face it, no one can save you. It's a waste, kid! I'm so sick I stick my face in a mound of cain, empty out this fifty round clip. It sounds insane! Say hello to my little friend... You know his name! I'm like Scarface, man, I'm going out with a bang!
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