Get the Strap

Lyrics

[Intro: Rucci] Romo What you is? (Bitch, I'm rich), What you is? (Bitch, I'm rich) What you is? (Bitch, I'm rich), Bitch, I'm rich (Bitch, I'm rich, ayy) [Verse 1: Rucci] Okay now, Romo got a strap and Rucci got a strap Ohgeesy got a strap and Fenix got a strap, ayy, ayy Bitch, I'm back and I'm better, ayy, ayy (Bitch, I'm back) Black MAC, black Beretta, ayy, ayy (This a strap) Still trappin' out the Jetta, ayy, ayy Serving crack I won't let up, ayy A trendsetter, my homies into chin-checking Big stepping in this bitch with some big weapons, ayy Go the wrong way down the one way, ayy Put a nigga to bleep, free Gunplay (That's on Norf), ayy Campin' out from Monday to Monday (What?) I'm mister ride by my lonely (Go) I feel like Tony in this bitch (Tony in this bitch) The world is mine, you say you down, then show me, lil' bitch (You gotta show me, lil' bitch) I'm at the line, I'm shootin' shit like Kobe, lil' bitch With a long nose like Ginobili I'm known to get rich and bust down with my homies [Chorus: Rucci] Ayy, I got a strap in my coupe, bad bitch to the right Fuck what you saying, gettin' rich 'til I die Gettin' money, gettin' high, fuckin' bitches, living life Do this every night, man, I can't get right I got a strap in my coupe, bad bitch to the right, ayy Bitch, I'm mollied up and I'm probably out my mind I got a strap in my coupe, bad bitch to the right, ayy Bitch, I'm mollied up and I'm probably out my mind, go [Verse 2: Fenix Flexin] I'm with Rucci countin' uchies, gettin' money out a groupie Niggas hatin', bitches choosing, get the units, then I move 'em Percocets, you know I chew 'em, think it's sweet until we shootin' We done really made a movement, not with music, talkin' units Yeah, we rap it, but we do it, ain't the same (Ain't the same) I done really came a long way from trips on that train (For real) I'ma drop another four and kill the pain (Kill the pain) Ever since I started ballin', I swear shit ain't been the same [Chorus: Rucci] Ayy, I got a strap in my coupe, bad bitch to the right Fuck what you saying, gettin' rich 'til I die Gettin' money, gettin' high, fuckin' bitches, living life Do this every night, man, I can't get right I got a strap in my coupe, bad bitch to the right, ayy Bitch, I'm mollied up and I'm probably out my mind I got a strap in my coupe, bad bitch to the right, ayy Bitch, I'm mollied up and I'm probably out my mind, go [Verse 3: Ohgeesy] Instagram bitch gettin' flown out for dick I'ma blow her back out with the blower on my hip I'ma fuck her through the zipper, I can't never trust a bitch I'ma trap like forever, I been trappin' since a jit I'ma shoot it out the whip, she be droolin' on my dick You pay her rent, but we with your bitch foolin' at her crib I'ma shoot it out the whip, she be droolin' on my dick You pay her rent, but we with your bitch foolin' at her crib Test Norf, ballin', need a court I just poured a fourth and I nut on this whore I want a million so I'm finna go on tour Pull the stick out, flame a nigga like some smores She washing all the dishes, she doing all the chores She brought all her friends but I told her bring some more HellaWave to the core, Walgreens, I'ma score He still pourin' ones, my lil' nigga poured a four [Chorus: Rucci] Ayy, I got a strap in my coupe, bad bitch to the right Fuck what you saying, gettin' rich 'til I die Gettin' money, gettin' high, fuckin' bitches, living life Do this every night, man, I can't get right I got a strap in my coupe, bad bitch to the right, ayy Bitch, I'm mollied up and I'm probably out my mind I got a strap in my coupe, bad bitch to the right, ayy Bitch, I'm mollied up and I'm probably out my mind, go