STRAAAP! (feat. chribih, Interlude Tone & SMG) Video (MV)

Yeah
Aye
I just pulled out a Glock 9
I just pulled out a drop 60
I just pulled up to the game
And I left nigga, and I dropped 60
That bitch wanna f*ck, and you know who with me
And she off that white shit like she really Whitney
And that bitch wanna f*ck, and her name Brittney
And I put the whole dick in her f*cking kidney (Turn my headphones up)
Yah
Stay with the knife like Mich
She wanna eat me like Mike And Ikes
I just might book her a flight
She think I'm Yatchy, how I strike
She want me for the night
Talk to me nice, real polite
Brody stay strapped like a dyke
STRAAAP! (Aye!)
STRAAAP! (Aye!)
STRAAAP! (Aye!)
STRAAAP! (Where my strap?)
STRAAAP! (Aye!)
STRAAAP! (Aye!)
STRAAAP! (Aye!)
STRAAAP! (Where my strap?)
No cap
You don't see me I'm off the map
Hey, I'm greedy, grabbing the bag, something like Mr. Krabs
Six seater, don't like drags, nine tryna' check the tags
Shut yo' trap, can't set me up 'cause I'm two steps ahead
Niggas is dead, thinking they can run up on me like I ain't got my strap
Don't give dap, can't touch fake niggas, all of them made of plastic
Recycling 10-cent bars
Need to throw that shit away in a trash can
Shawty tryna' throw it back
Finna dance with the devil like I'm that Tas man
STRAAAP! (Aye!)
STRAAAP! (Aye!)
STRAAAP! (Aye!)
STRAAAP! (Where my strap?)
STRAAAP! (Aye!)
STRAAAP! (Aye!)
STRAAAP! (Aye!)
STRAAAP! (Where my strap?)
I only come out when it's Halloween
Leave a stain, and then I leave the scene
Niggas never see me coming
Knock his head off like I'm Jack with a beam
I only come out when it's Halloween
Leave a stain, and then I leave the scene
Niggas never see me coming
Knock his head off like I'm Jack with a beam
I only come out when it's Halloween
Leave a stain, and then I leave the scene
Niggas never see me coming
Knock his head off like I'm Jack with a beam
I only come out when it's Halloween
Leave a stain, and then I leave the scene
Niggas never see me coming
Knock his head off like I'm Jack with a beam (Uh, yo)
It be so random (Huh)
Yeah, tripping in LA
We riding the Bentley or whipping the Phantom
Not a killer I admit it
But know if I did it that this be the anthem
Play it in the courtroom
I bet the judge give me the lightest of sentences
Switch my style on the game
'Cause all of you lame, I don't like the resemblance (No!)
I only like the percentages
I only like the six figures check
I don't even be on the internet
Too busy meditating on a jet
That's just how it goes
Tryna' find this pot of gold
Hoping he ain't lost his soul
Now you know
STRAAAP! (Aye!)
STRAAAP! (Aye!)
STRAAAP! (Aye!)
STRAAAP! (Where my strap?)
STRAAAP! (Aye!)
STRAAAP! (Aye!)
STRAAAP! (Aye!)
STRAAAP! (Where my strap?)