Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get the Strap , by - RUCCI. Release date: 15.08.2019
Song language: English
Get the 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |