Strap on Me lyrics

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I walk in this b*tch with my strap on me
We don't get searched by security
I come in this b*tch fifty n*ggas deep
I got killers with me all the way from D.C
All my n*ggas ready to f*ck some sh*t up
All my n*ggas, yeah, we ready to buck
All my n*ggas ready to f*ck up the club
All my n*ggas, we don't play with them thugs
Walked in this b*tch and I got it on me
n*gga, I got it on me
I walked in this b*tch and I got it on me
Yeah, n*gga, yeah, I got it on me

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Ain't dealing with the f*ck sh*t, but I gotta tell you how this sh*t go
All my n*ggas on the f*ck sh*t
They ready to go, that's a 10-4
He was pus*y, so they wiped his nose
You know how that sh*t go
b*tch, I'm the plug, ain't got time for that f*ck sh*t
I got the yellow brick roads
Still on Candler Road, over a billion sold
All my n*ggas, yeah, they throwed
Ready to bust a chopper on a pus*y n*gga
Better stop, drop, and roll
I ain't going back and forth with no rap n*gga
That n*gga waiting on you when you come home
n*ggas talking all that f*ck sh*t get smoked when I'm smoking caviar crumbs
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I walk in this b*tch with my strap on me
We don't get searched by security
I come in this b*tch fifty n*ggas deep
I got killers with me all the way from D.C
All my n*ggas ready to f*ck some sh*t up
All my n*ggas, yeah, we ready to buck
All my n*ggas ready to f*ck up the club
All my n*ggas, we don't play with them thugs
Walked in this b*tch and I got it on me
n*gga, I got it on me
I walked in this b*tch and I got it on me
Yeah, n*gga, yeah, I got it on me

[Verse 2: Killaree Santiago]
The chopper, the Mac, yeah, I got it on me
[?] making macaroni
Me and my pack don't f*ck with your homies
They say they guerilla, they look like monkeys
The five on three, I got the five on me
I paint the whole floor red like I spilled Hi-C
I'm from the real D.C., S.E., that's me
Tote cold like a low like the code to your phone
I could pull up in a Rollzle, I could pull up in a Rove
b*tch, I'm feeling like a bomb and if you pull me, I'll explode
Shots ran through the chest, head, stomach, and his nose
To try get the blood out of my expensive ass clothes
And all this goddamn money got me living in the Rove
Foreigns back-to-back, it be like ten of them in a row
MONY POWR RSPT, I feel my n*gga 'Blo
Told Wop to bring the chopper and I'll bring the 44
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I walk in this b*tch with my strap on me
We don't get searched by security
I come in this b*tch fifty n*ggas deep
I got killers with me all the way from D.C
All my n*ggas ready to f*ck some sh*t up
All my n*ggas, yeah, we ready to buck
All my n*ggas ready to f*ck up the club
All my n*ggas, we don't play with them thugs
Walked in this b*tch and I got it on me
n*gga, I got it on me
I walked in this b*tch and I got it on me
Yeah, n*gga, yeah, I got it on me