Montana of 300
Strapped Up
[Intro: J Real]
Bitch I'm strapped up (Drumma Boy)
Yeah bitch I'm strapped up
Bitch I'm racked up
Bitch I'm strapped up
Bitch I'm racked up

[Verse 1: J Real]
I'm the club with the squad, yeah you know we bottle poppin'
Couple thousand in my pocket, yeah you know how I got it
Ain't smokin' on no loud, my PR might drop me
But I'm strapped with this 30 case a n***a wanna problem
I don't really like to party but you know I get it poppin'
Southside in this bitch, yeah my lil' n***as wilin'
Tellin' me to tell 'em chill, hell nah I ain't gon' stop 'em
What the fuck do I look like? If they ridin' then I'm ridin'
First of all my preference for women is the baddest bitch
N***as by residence, they treat me like the president
Police come and question me, no I ain't tellin' shit
No I never sold a brick, but it look like I'm sellin' bricks
Drug dealer hoodie yeah
You know how I got 'em here
Bad bitch, rental car, put them pounds in the rear
Troopers get behind you, don't you worry 'bout a thang
Driving licence, car insurance, then they send ya on your way
I made a killin' off that loud
My shooters stay around
I'll shoot you n***as down 'til I'm shootin' at the ground
Tell the feds I said "fuck 'em"
This young n***a hustlin'
Yeah you can't tell me nothing n***a, 'less it's 'bout the money
I walk up in the club like I own that bitch
Buddy huggin' lil' mama like he own that bitch
Hell no, tonight I might take home that bitch
Put dick all up in her then I let my n***a hit
I'm out, I'm out, I'm out there so the streets talkin' 'bout
N***as say they lookin' for me, they can find me on the South
Ain't a damn thing changed, still keep that thing on my waist
All you pussies spreading rumors but can't say it to my face
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder that she wrote
I did two and a half, I came home and you still broke
I'll kill one of you bitches, put that on my lil' bro
And it's SOS and FGE until the world blow
[Bridge: Montana of 300]
Yeah, bitch I'm, yeah
Bitch I'm strapped up (Drumma Boy)
Whole gang trapped up, yeah
Bitch I'm strapped up

[Verse 2: Montana of 300]
Ballin' downtown in Chicago like I'm thowin' bands away
Used to be down on highway making 'bout 7 bands a day
Put all the lil' n***as on, had 'em hustlin' sellin' weight
That was back in like '08 but man enough with yesterday
My n***a Real just got out, I had to hit 'em wit' a pack
Told that n***a don't spend shit my n***a, all we know is stack
I'm Mr. Let The 40 Bang, I had to get my mans a strap
Truly you a fucking goofy to think all we do is rap
Bitch we walkin' like we talkin' but no talkin' we just clap
Think this shit all fun and games until I show up in all black
Put that thing up to your brain and then the 40 go brrah
So if you come with that frontin', I'ma leave you on your back
No I don't smoke n***a but I smoke n***as
You a ho n***a in yo' ho feelings
I'm a gorilla, I'm a go getter, my flow sicker and my dough thicker
I'm breaded up and my n***as too
With the tool I been a fool
If I put that fuckboy in the news, don't put yourself up in his shoes
No handkerchief, I get at you
You'll get air like inner tubes
I'll spray yo' ass down from your snapback to your tennis shoes
As long as this killer loose you ain't never safe boy
Pistol on my waist boy
Shoot you in your face boy
When I do this shit I do this shit for y'all haters
We gettin' chips, n***a Las Vegas
We hustle hard, with some law breakers
And then we ball hard, jawbreakers
We in VIP, we be flexing them them racks
I be sharper than a axe
And I'm covered up wit' tats
We done snuck in with the straps
I be turnt up to the max
Got a bad bitch on my lap so n***a how can I relax
Now let's stand up and make it clap, then throw that ass back
Then cock my hat to the right
You know I'm hittin' that from the back (Yeah)
That's how we do them hoes
That''s how we do them bitches
Me and J Real in Miami fuckin' wit' Cuban bitches (Yeah)
See I'm LeBron, he Dwyane
It's time to take over as soon as I'm in the game
I drive I'm the same when I drive in the lane
It's FGE I be the pilot, I'm just guidin' the plane
[Outro]
You already know man
I got stupid swag