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heinz 57 - strap lyrics

[intro: skooly]
we got london on da track

[chorus: strap & gucci mane]
with it, lord, jay a rubberband
gucci cook the dope with his left hand
to the scrubs, send a f*cking pass
we let them f*ckers blam, when we pull them, it’s going ham
smoke a hundred grams, throw a hundred grand
pour half a pint in an ocean crate
hines 57, n*ggas wanna grind
the dope so good, the salsa will make you l!ck your hand

[verse 1: strap]
in the trap house, i’m with big gucci
50 straps in the bag, we got 10 uzis
i got 3 cellphones, all my lines ringing
i got 4 chains on, vvs’s blinging
in the kitchen, water whipping, pouring up syrup
hundred bands [?] coming on the [?]
[?] had to flood it out
rich n*gga, but i still got a gold mouth
racks on top of racks, n*gga, i’m talking m’s
got them young n*ggas with straps, they shoot fnn’s
he a country boy, tell him wait in line
get that cash by any means, jugging all the time
[chorus: strap & gucci mane]
with it, lord, jay a rubberband
gucci cook the dope with his left hand
to the scrubs, send a f*cking pass
we let them f*ckers blam, when we pull them, it’s going ham
smoke a hundred grams, throw a hundred grand
pour half a pint in an ocean crate
hines 57, n*ggas wanna grind
the dope so good, the salsa will make you l!ck your hand

[verse 2: strap]
my cup so dirty, i’m pouring up muddy
straight from the 6, me and my buddies
designer my shoes, i’m acting a fool
them b*tches gon’ choose, you know that they love me
me and these n*ggas ain’t nothing alike
they pour a duse, we pour a pint
you f*ck with young strap, they come with them straps
young n*ggas shooting, they earning they stripes
all of this [?], all of this ice
pack came this morning, it’s gone by tonight
[?] new [?]
leave it to me, i’ma show that we straight
iced out [?] first 48
gucci in the kitchen, whipped up a cake
zone 6 atlanta, they toating them k’s
[?] bananas and blow you away
all of these [?] on all of these whips
all of these shooters, with all of these clips
all this codeine [?] all that i sip
re*up on the first, and again on the fifth
all of these swishers, all of these grams
all of these pistols, shoot til they jam
[?] official, doing that slam
salute all the street n*ggas, that’s what i am
[chorus: strap & gucci mane]
with it, lord, jay a rubberband
gucci cook the dope with his left hand
to the scrubs, send a f*cking pass
we let them f*ckers blam, when we pull them, it’s going ham
smoke a hundred grams, throw a hundred grand
pour half a pint in an ocean crate
hines 57, n*ggas wanna grind
the dope so good, the salsa will make you l!ck your hand

- strap lyrics

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