Strapped Out chords and lyrics - PRETTY BLACK

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[Intro 1]
[Am][E][Em]
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[Em]I'm ready for drama,

[Verse 1]
[Am]
just know P carry the llama
They bury [E]you before they [Em]bury your mama
You can call me the [Am]king,
S -430 blowin' it
Two [E]-way to Fed[Em]Ex, the hitman of the fix
His [Am]plane touched down
at a quarter to eight
O [Em]'Hare Airport, of course it was late
He hopped [Am]in instantly,
we rollin' the grapes
Told him about [Em]the Syrian niggas
that was holdin' away
[Am]Barbies, restaurant,
he took fish, I ordered steak
Told [Em]the nigga,
we need a bigger portion of plate
All you [Am]do is collect money,
we order the crates
Life [Em]in the feds is hard,
you ignore my fate
We need [Am]a better price on the product,
a discount on the [Em]key s
They got a cheaper with the Vietnamese
[Am]Once they craze, come with the trees
And they bring it to us
He [Em]replied in an ill manner,
who could you trust? [Am]Yo! After
I pull my strap out, [Em]strap out
My memory just [Am]blacked out
If you don't pull your strap [E]out
Then you can [Em]never pull [Am]it out
Lonely niggas strap this shit
And if [Em]you don't blast first,
then we all die too
[Am]Yeah!
Lonely niggas strap this shit
And if [E]you don't blast first,
then [Em]we all die too
Yo! [Am]I'm just waking up in the morning,
man, I love my life
[Em]Got out of bed, took a shower,
gotta [Am]get it right
Phone ring as I step on the marble
DBI [Em]see when I answer,
I'm business,
[Am]they can't stand me
Who could it be?
It's my dude from Chicago
[E]Big [Em]chipped up Mar[Am]cielago
Biggie Koop, the noob, there I go
[E]Jumps in [Em]a G4, fine, hi, bro
[Am]Fold up the laptop, I enter the area
50 [Em]states, small figure,
that guard at [Am]a barrier
I'm still moving as I jump in a spaceship
[E]Cock [Em]that 50 cal guns to they faces
[Am]It's really good,
so what's happening baby
We [E]the dudes, we can't [Em]lose
Gotta make a nigga [Am]pay me
I'm Godzilla as I'm pushing the pride up
A [Em]hundred niggas hustling,
we ready for drama
[Am]H2s, a hundred keys and coca linds
We dope [E]stuff, we need it [Em]cheap
and we still cop steep
It's [Am]the God It's the [E]God [Em]Yo![Am]
After I put my strap out, [Em]strap out
My memory just [Am]blacked out
If you don't put your strap up[E],
then you [Em]can never pull [Am]it out
Only niggas strap this shit,
and if [Em]you don't blast first,
then we all die too, yeah
[Am]Only niggas strap this shit,
and if [Em]you don't blast first,
then we all die too, yeah
wiped [Am]out off the earth
with my clockwork
You [Em]know it's gon' hurt
with my strap work
Yeah, [Am]I'm fuckin' your wife
till her cock hurt
Up the [Em]block in a 7 .3 driver skirt
Snakes [Am]still feedin' foes, no cut, no rub
Up [E]the block, goin' [Em]up, numbin',
beastin', beast[Am]in'
Slappin' niggas for no reason,
cause niggas typey
[Em]Niggas don't like me,
cause I pipe as wifey
[Am]Niggas fakin' from the 600, gunnin'
[Em]On the backstreet,
cussin' when there's [Am]nothin'
When my choppa dump, I leave niggas slum
[E]Up the block in the [Em]drop, nigga, [Am]what?[E][Em][Am]
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I'll you