Get The Strap

[Hook] [Uncle Murda]

*Grrr, rah* Yap, yap, go get the strap

*Grrr, rah* Yap, yap, go get the strap

*Grrr, rah* Yap, yap, go get the strap

Go get the strap

Nigga, go get the strap

[Verse 1] [Casanova]

Fuck that, Niggas out here active blood

What’s brackin’? You’ll never catch us lackin’, blood

You stupid, you think we ain’t packin’, ‘blood

Fuck wrong with you? I don’t like the way you actin’, blood (Get up off me)

Get the grip, find an opp, give him the whole clip (bang)

That’s his car pulling up, shoot up the whole whip

That’s his man, hit him too, that Nigga down with him

Check his gram, see who else be hanging around with him (yeah)

He could get it (uh huh), him too, Nigga go get the strap

Load it up, spin the block, I know where them Niggas at (where?)

Where they at? Who they with? Them Niggas gettin’ smoked

Line ’em up; they ain’t hard to find, all them Niggas broke (stupid!)

Old dog, Nino Brown, Michael Jordan, what?

Be like Mike, yeah right, I wanted to be like Tyke (woah!)

Big cuban, flooded Rollie, I see ya eyin’ it (I see ya)

Get ya clapped if I think you think about trying it

[Verse 2] [6ix9ine]

Aight, so boom, first up all y’all Niggas suck my dick

Matter of fact, suck my dick with your mother’s lips (stoopid!)

Ah, ah, ah, Niggas runnin’ out they mouth

Y’all dead-ass, like I won’t punch you in your fucking mouth

Matter of fact, I’ma smack fire out you boy

Are you dumb? I’ma beat the brakes off you boy

You some “gas what I smoke, Nigga” (bang bang)

Nah, on this dick your mother choke Nigga

[Hook] [Uncle Murda]

*Grrr, rah* Yap, yap, go get the strap

*Grrr, rah* Yap, yap, go get the strap

*Grrr, rah* Yap, yap, go get the strap

Go get the strap

Nigga, go get the strap

[Verse 3] [50 Cent]

Man fuck that, my Niggas ’bout that action blood

Catch one frame, my Niggas got that strap in blood

They scrapping, my Niggas get to clappin”, blood

Fuck wrong with you? I don’t like how you actin’, blood

(Get up off me)

[Verse 4] [Uncle Murda]

I am not gang gang

I do not gang bang

Don’t play me like I’m pussy, I will pull up and bang bang

Niggas get knocked out, then say they gon’ pop out

Hop out, ooh, wop out, and air the whole block out

Blow the whole stock out, and I’m ’bout what I’m ’bout

I’m a one man band, I bring the drum out and dump it

Bend your block, one o’clock, blowing the trumpet

I’m with the shits, my Niggas still hit the licks

I’m stupid rich, still doing some stupid shit

You Niggas know the vibes, scared to come outside

That’s the third time you’ve been got, second time you was shot

Your man just ain’t your man, he saw us first and fucking ran

We on a different type of time, you on some different shit

Now Nigga, don’t you play with me, play with a bitch

I ain’t ran into a problem that I can’t fix

Hit your ass upside the head with a full stick

[Hook] [Uncle Murda]

*Grrr, rah* Yap, yap, go get the strap

*Grrr, rah* Yap, yap, go get the strap

*Grrr, rah* Yap, yap, go get the strap

Go get the strap

Nigga, go get the strap

*Grrr, rah* Yap, yap, go get the strap

*Grrr, rah* Yap, yap, go get the strap

*Grrr, rah* Yap, yap, go get the strap

Go get the strap

Nigga, go get the strap

• Artist:Uncle Murda
• Album:Don't Come Outside, Vol. 2 (2019)