Gimisum Family
Strapped At All Times
[Hook: Bun B]
Pistol grip pump in my lap at all times
N***as fuck with other n***as shit, but they don't fuck with mine
17-5, I gotta bird on they ass
Pistol grip pump in my lap at all times
N***as fuck with other n***as shit, but they don't fuck with mine
17-5, I gotta bird on they ass

[Verse 1: Lil Gin]
I'm a full-time gangster, pimpin' is my career
I'm in the midnight studying, gamblin', smokin' pure
You know the wise guy
Controllin' crooked dissection along my own designated piece of curb, I'm packin' my chrome steel
But I'm looking up to real n***as in this industry
Like Russian Jews becoming giants ownin' companies
Successful salesmen putting hits on crooked cops
I'm trapped in the ghetto steadily taking criminal mugshots
They say a n***a with a gun is homicidal
Well they made it legal to tote it in Texas, now ain't that suicidal?
For the n***as with no sense on Thomas and Woodlong Boulevard sniffin' that fucking [*sniff*]
High-capper n***as gon' get robbed
We pullin' them papers, makin' em capers, Lil Gin shootin' 'em double nina rosses, black (?), victory flawless, Gimisum Family passed the ???

[Hook: Bun B]
Pistol grip pump in my lap at all times
N***as fuck with other n***as shit, but they don't fuck with mine
[Verse 2: Lil Gin]
I'm from that North Memphis area
Where pimp n***as packin' the heat under the seat
Dippin' sweets, bumpin' doja
We tearin' up the fucking club, rollin' so clean on them fours
Thick as hell on Beale Street where you can fuck on the first night, hoes
Everywhere n***as is tryna get paid. The game is: you play
Or played
Killers in my town, we layin' em down with a rusty twelve gauge
I got much love for the H-double-O-D I grew in
I will win many stangs on any trick bitch tryna cross my clan
Throw yo S-E-T 'cause the Nashville crizzips got my back
Hurtville, Woolah, Smokey city now street n***as jackin' tracks
What yo' hood like? Is it rough? Is it tough?
We got girls and gold grills, and n***a we ain't afraid to bust
I'm project born, runnin' from the police ain't no thing
I mastered all that shit, as a young n***a shootin' at the junkie;
Knocks on the back porch tryna run out with my bricks
Put some money back into the ghetto while you standin' tall
Don't forget where you came from, 'cause you can't fall

[Hook: Bun B]
Pistol grip pump in my lap at all times
N***as fuck with other n***as shit, but they don't fuck with mine
17-5, I gotta bird on they ass
[Verse 3: Lil Gin]
When I be hangin' on the curb with my gauge in a garbage can
My hand on my dick for the freaky bitches lovin' playa
Shit, you can call me Gin, 'cause I'm liquor store bound
I hit a junkie with some crumb-numb, n***a, get a pint of crown
Can't you see that skunk got me crunk as shit with a face mask?
Smothered by the dope I blast, loced out with my kinfolk crest
Blow a n***a door, hit the floor, "where the dope, at trick?"
I ain't got no cash!
Look up in the closet, bitch, I'm holdin, white n***as I'm foldin'
Up on them hundreds of dollars, I'm makin' them holler
Them bitches swallow the gauge if I'm not paid
That means I made no money, no it ain't funny
That means I blaze the barrel
Them buckshots scatter, I watch it splatter your guts
Jump over the fence, and hit the cut

[Hook: Bun B]
Pistol grip pump in my lap at all times
N***as fuck with other n***as shit, but they don't fuck with mine
17-5, I gotta bird on they ass
Pistol grip pump in my lap at all times
N***as fuck with other n***as shit, but they don't fuck with mine
17-5, I gotta bird on they ass
Pistol grip pump in my lap at all times
N***as fuck with other n***as shit, but they don't fuck with mine
17-5, I gotta bird on they ass
Pistol grip pump in my lap at all times
N***as fuck with other n***as shit, but they don't fuck with mine
17-5, I gotta bird on they ass
Pistol grip pump in my lap at all times
N***as fuck with other n***as shit, but they don't fuck with mine
17-5, I gotta bird on they ass