Lil` Wyte I Know You Strapped Lyrics

I Know You Strapped Lyrics

smoke a blunt, get drunk, hit a line of that funk,

now you fallin` up in the spot and you thinkin` that you crunk,

you ain't crunk, yous a punk, and I'ma show you that tonight

all it takes is one killer to step and we can start a fight

in the middle of the club, bitch wasup we can do this shit

security ain't gonna jump in the way because they scared of this

implantin` this into ya brain so you know the next time you cross the line 

again it's standin` full of sin when you fuck wit the boss

biggest,badest,roughest motha` fucker, but ya still a bitch

I'm comin` in crunker than the others for the fuck of it

liquor bottles hit ya harder than some syrup when ya slum

have ya shakin`, fakin`, body achin` by the time I'm done 

legally this isn't right but ask me if I give a shit

peacefully I'll read your rights and have you beggin` me to quit

hit ya weed and liquor or whatever else it takes to jump 

just remember, just cause you fucked up it doesn't mean your crunk,



chorusx2: I know you strapped, but you cowards like to play hard

and knowin that you don't wanna catch a murder charge, 

see butsters like to get full of that weed and liquor snort a line,

in ya mind now yous a killer



Talking:damn man goddamn paul man you might have to slow this motha` fucker
down a 

little bit man I'm on that syrup man I'm high and I'm drunk man you need to


slow down



Verse 2: I'm not scared of you just cause you came in actin` a damn fool

runnin` lip talkin` shit, bet you wouldn't without ya tool

now ya hard very hard ballin` down the boulevard, pissy pants doin` ya dance


I'm behind ya in a faster car, weak as water so is yo mama, father and ya 

faculty, quickly sauder up yo lips so you can't trip or speak of me

watch me creep up from the back wit gats and pick you off by ones, had to 

repaint the walls wit ya while ya smokin on ya blunt,hate to be the one to show
you that drugs kill and thats a fact,but I love that I am the one who put the
bullet in your back, next time when you step 

to the plate come back and just let it rip, stead of bitchin` out I thought


you crunk, you ran back to ya whip, holy ghost is up in ya when you see me you
fade 

away, makin` fun of all you cowards powered by a pack of bay 

hopefully one day you'll find out in the end you just a bitch 

until then just keep on drinkin` smokin` snortin` up some shit



chorusx2...fade out