Uncle Murda – Get The Strap Lyrics ft Casanova, 50 Cent & 6ix9ine

Get The Strap Lyrics by Uncle Murda feat Casanova, 50 Cent & 6ix9ine.

[Intro]
Trilogy

[Hook/Chorus – 50 Cent]
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Go get the strap
Nigga, go get the strap

[Verse 1 – Uncle Murda]
F–k that, n—-s out here active, blood “brrat”
What’s bracking? You’ll never catch us lacking, blood “never”
You stupid, you think we ain’t packing blood?
F–k wrong with you? I don’t like the way you acting blood “get up off me”
Get the grip, find a opp, give him the whole clip “bang”
That’s what’s called pulling up, shoot up the whole whip
That’s his man, hit him too, that n—a down with him
Take his grand, see who else be hanging around with him
He could get it, him too, n—a go get the strap
Load it up, spin the block, I know where them n—-s at “where?”
Where they at? Who they with? Them n—-s getting smoked
Line ’em up; they ain’t hard to find, all them n—-s 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 eying it “I see”
Get ya clapped if you think about trying it

[Verse 2 – 6ix9ine]
Ice on Buu, frost up
All y’all n—-s suck my d–k
Matter of fact, suck my d–k with your mothers lips “stupid!”
Ah, ah, ah! N—-s running out they mouth
Y’all dead-a-s, like I won’t punch you in your f—–g 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, n—a” “bang bang”
Nah, on this d–k your mother choke n—a

[Hook/Chorus – 50 Cent]
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Go get the strap
N—a, go get the strap

[Verse 3 – Casanova]
Man f–k that, my n—-s about that action blood
Catch one frame, my n—-s got that strap in blood
They scrapping, my n—-s get to clapping, blood
F–k wrong with you? I don’t like how you acting, blood
“Get up off me”

[Verse 4 – 50 Cent]
I am not gang gang
I do not gang bang
Don’t play me like I’m p—y, I will pull up and bang bang
N—-s 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, bumping the trumpet
I’m with the s—s, my n—-s still hit the licks
I’m stupid rich, still doing some stupid s–t
You n—-s 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 f—–g ran
We on a different type of time, you on some different s–t
Now n—a, don’t play with me, play with a b—h
I ain’t ran into a problem that I can’t fix
Hit yourass upside the head with a full side

[Hook/Chorus – 50 Cent]
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Yap, yap, go get the strap
Go get the strap
N—a, go get the strap