Get the Strap lyrics

[Intro: Rucci]
Romo
What you is? (b*tch, I'm rich), What you is? (b*tch, I'm rich)
What you is? (b*tch, I'm rich), b*tch, I'm rich (b*tch, 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
b*tch, I'm back and I'm better, ayy, ayy (b*tch, 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 b*tch with some big weapons, ayy
Go the wrong way down the one way, ayy
Put a n*gga 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 b*tch (Tony in this b*tch)
The world is mine, you say you down, then show me, lil' b*tch (You gotta show me, lil' b*tch)
I'm at the line, I'm shootin' sh*t like Kobe, lil' b*tch
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 b*tch to the right
f*ck what you saying, gettin' rich 'til I die
Gettin' money, gettin' high, f*ckin' b*tches, living life
Do this every night, man, I can't get right
I got a strap in my coupe, bad b*tch to the right, ayy
b*tch, I'm mollied up and I'm probably out my mind
I got a strap in my coupe, bad b*tch to the right, ayy
b*tch, 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
n*ggas hatin', b*tches 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 sh*t ain't been the same

[Chorus: Rucci]
Ayy, I got a strap in my coupe, bad b*tch to the right
f*ck what you saying, gettin' rich 'til I die
Gettin' money, gettin' high, f*ckin' b*tches, living life
Do this every night, man, I can't get right
I got a strap in my coupe, bad b*tch to the right, ayy
b*tch, I'm mollied up and I'm probably out my mind
I got a strap in my coupe, bad b*tch to the right, ayy
b*tch, I'm mollied up and I'm probably out my mind, go

[Verse 3: Ohgeesy]
Instagram b*tch gettin' flown out for di*k
I'ma blow her back out with the blower on my hip
I'ma f*ck her through the zipper, I can't never trust a b*tch
I'ma trap like forever, I been trappin' since a jit
I'ma shoot it out the whip, she be droolin' on my di*k
You pay her rent, but we with your b*tch foolin' at her crib
I'ma shoot it out the whip, she be droolin' on my di*k
You pay her rent, but we with your b*tch 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 n*gga 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' n*gga poured a four
[Chorus: Rucci]
Ayy, I got a strap in my coupe, bad b*tch to the right
f*ck what you saying, gettin' rich 'til I die
Gettin' money, gettin' high, f*ckin' b*tches, living life
Do this every night, man, I can't get right
I got a strap in my coupe, bad b*tch to the right, ayy
b*tch, I'm mollied up and I'm probably out my mind
I got a strap in my coupe, bad b*tch to the right, ayy
b*tch, I'm mollied up and I'm probably out my mind, go