[Chorus: DJ Paul & Gangsta Blac]
A n***a strapped
With the Glock, and it's cocked, 'bout to shoot you bitch
Don't you ever-don't you ever try to test my nuts (A n***a strapped)
With the Glock, and it's cocked, 'bout to shoot you bitch
Don't you ever-don't you ever try to test my nuts (A n***a strapped)
With the Glock, and it's cocked, 'bout to shoot you bitch
Don't you ever-don't you ever try to test my nuts (A player strapped)
With the Glock, and it's cocked, 'bout to shoot you bitch
Don't you ever-don't you ever try to test my nuts

[Verse 1: Lil Jyule]
Raised on Richmond Street, kick it in Southward
The plane's about to leave, so bitches come on aboard
You hoes don't want none, n***as, come get you some
Don't come alone, punk, you better bring your fuckin' gun
I'm high 'cause I chief the sack, I'm chillin' with Blizzo Mack
We rollin' Rochelle's thang, we drinkin' 'a pint of Yak
These n***as ain't really shit, they cross me out over a bitch
I'm keepin' my fuckin' crew, my mind is 'bout to click
I'm high as a motherfucker, I'm ready to kill a sucker
I'm firin' this fuckin' tone as soon as I see that buster
These n***as can't fade me, a ho can't break me
I know I'm a player, fool, I buck hoes daily
I'm rappin' off this motherfuckin' beat by the Triple Six
Blood that was born in me, I'm strizzapped with my Glizzock, bitch
[Bridge: Lil Jyule]
Ah, yeah, this Lil' Jyule in this motherfucker
Kickin' shit with DJ Paul and Lil' Fly
Don't you ever try to test my nuts

[Chorus: DJ Paul & Gangsta Blac]
Don't you ever try to test my nuts
With the Glock, and it's cocked, 'bout to shoot you bitch
Don't you ever-don't you ever try to test my nuts (A n***a strapped)
With the Glock, and it's cocked, 'bout to shoot you bitch
Don't you ever-don't you ever try to test my nuts

[Verse 2: Playa Fly]
Ho, you wanna test my nuts, ana's what I'm thinkin', B
S-P-V, we strappin' with them Glocks, down with R-I-C
Clickin' on you suckers talkin' shit 'bout a funky ho
Stick that tone up to your dome and lay your bitch-ass on the floor
Motherfuckers talkin' shit, ana' got me clickin'
Lemon jealous cum catchin' n***as, busters tryna test Fly pimpin'
Mega blunts, they got me blinkin', thinkin' of another flow
Expose you buster-sucker, ho, my n***a Jyule up in this, ho
Richmond Street and Orleans Click, Devil blood of Triple Six
Time to diss a funky ho, you know you suck Lil' Player dick
Ho, you wanna play some games, now you know I had enough
Go and get so strizzapped with that Glock, pop you in your gut
Fly don't give a fuck because you hot, so get off my jock
Keep on spreadin' fuckin' rumors, then I'm knockin' off your socks
Oh sure, your ass around your folks, but you bet' not get so buck
'Cause when you see Fly's skin and grin
Bitch, Lil' Fly gon' test your nuts
[Chorus: DJ Paul & Gangsta Blac]
With the Glock, and it's cocked, 'bout to shoot you bitch
Don't you ever-don't you ever try to test my nuts (A n***a strapped)
With the Glock, and it's cocked, 'bout to shoot you bitch
Don't you ever-don't you ever try to test my nuts (A n***a strapped)
With the Glock, and it's cocked, 'bout to shoot you bitch
Don't you ever-don't you ever try to test my nuts (A n***a, strapped)
With the Glock, and it's cocked, 'bout to shoot you bitch
Don't you ever-don't you ever try to test my nuts

[Verse 3: Lil Jyule]
Swangin' early Sunday mornin', smoke up in my head
Money on my bed, I need a blizzunt, beep my n***a dead
Jumpin' in the fifteen hundred, rollin' with my n***a Lil' Mont
Just scooped up my roadie Mont, so you know I got that blunt
I got my pistol on my hip, got a blizzunt stuck between my lips
Ski mask on, got my tone, now I'm finna take a trip
A player doin' it Richmond style, guerilla pimpin' by the mile
When I chief them bllzzunts, guaranteed to get buckwild
Gankin' n***as everyday, when I drink that 'Voisier
Knockin' busters out when I'm high off of smokin' hay
Got a bag from my n***a, now I'm finna pull the trigger
On this buster trick who shot a cross out at this Richmond n***a
Let me beep my roadie Mont, tell him to bring my fuckin' gun
Shot a buster trick-ass n***a, now I'm on the fuckin' run
Runnin' for my life, I can not stop, the folks are comin', G
Twenty five cops strapped with Gats, tryna kill me
[Chorus: DJ Paul & Gangsta Blac]
Don't you ever try to test my nuts
With the Glock, and it's cocked, 'bout to shoot you bitch
Don't you ever-don't you ever try to test my nuts (A n***a strapped)
With the Glock, and it's cocked, 'bout to shoot you bitch
Don't you ever-don't you ever try to test my nuts (A n***a strizzapped, bitch)
With the Glock, and it's cocked, 'bout to shoot you bitch
Don't you ever-don't you ever try to test my nuts (A n***a strapped)
With the Glock, and it's cocked, 'bout to shoot you bitch
Don't you ever-don't you ever try to test my nuts
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