Get the Strap - Intellectual

[Intro]

Trilogy

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Casanova]

(Grrr-rah) Yeah, yeah, go get the strap

(Rrr) Go get the strap (rrr) nigga, go get the strap

[Post-Chorus: Casanova]

Fuck that, niggas out here active, blood (brrrat!)

What's brackin'? You'll never catch us lackin', blood (never)

You stupid, you think we ain't packin', blood? (know I got it)

Fuck wrong with you? I don't like the way you actin', blood

(Get up off me)

[Verse 1: Uncle Murda]

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

That's his car pullin' 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 hangin' 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!)

O-Dog, Nino Brown, Michael Jordan, what?

Be like Mike, yeah right, I wanted to be like Tut (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]

A'ight, 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 fuckin' 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

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Casanova]

(Grrr-rah) Yeah, yeah, go get the strap

(Rrr) Go get the strap (rrr) nigga, go get the strap

[Post-Chorus: Casanova]

Man, fuck that, my niggas 'bout that action, blood

Catch one frame, my niggas got that strap in, blood

They scrappin', my niggas get to clappin', blood (bo bo bo!)

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

(Get up off me)

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]

I am not gang-gang, I do not gang bang

But 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, uwop 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, blowin' the trumpet

I'm with the shits, my niggas still hit the licks

I'm stupid rich, still doin' 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 fuckin' 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

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Casanova]

(Grrr-rah) Yeah, yeah, go get the strap

(Rrr) Go get the strap (rrr) nigga, go get the strap

(Grrr-rah) Yeah, yeah, go get the strap

(Rrr) Go get the strap (rrr) nigga, go get the strap