Strap On Me - HoodRich Pablo Juan, Killa Santiago

I walk in this bitch with my strap on me

We don’t get searched by security

I come in this bitch fifty niggas deep

I got killers with me all the way from D. C

All my niggas ready to fuck some shit up

All my niggas, yeah, we ready to buck

All my niggas ready to fuck up the club

All my niggas, we don’t play with them thugs

Walked in this bitch and I got it on me

Nigga, I got it on me

I walked in this bitch and I got it on me

Yeah, nigga, yeah, I got it on me

Ain’t dealing with the fuck shit, but I gotta tell you how this shit go

All my niggas on the fuck shit

They ready to go, that’s a 10−4

He was pussy, so they wiped his nose

You know how that shit go

Bitch, I’m the plug, ain’t got time for that fuck shit

I got the yellow brick roads

Still on Candler Road, over a billion sold

All my niggas, yeah, they throwed

Ready to bust a chopper on a pussy nigga

Better stop, drop, and roll

I ain’t going back and forth with no rap nigga

That nigga waiting on you when you come home

Niggas talking all that fuck shit get smoked when I’m smoking caviar crumbs

I walk in this bitch with my strap on me

We don’t get searched by security

I come in this bitch fifty niggas deep

I got killers with me all the way from D. C

All my niggas ready to fuck some shit up

All my niggas, yeah, we ready to buck

All my niggas ready to fuck up the club

All my niggas, we don’t play with them thugs

Walked in this bitch and I got it on me

Nigga, I got it on me

I walked in this bitch and I got it on me

Yeah, nigga, yeah, I got it on me

The chopper, the Mac, yeah, I got it on me

making macaroni

Me and my pack don’t fuck 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

Bitch, 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 nigga 'Blo

Told Wop to bring the chopper and I’ll bring the 44

I walk in this bitch with my strap on me

We don’t get searched by security

I come in this bitch fifty niggas deep

I got killers with me all the way from D. C

All my niggas ready to fuck some shit up

All my niggas, yeah, we ready to buck

All my niggas ready to fuck up the club

All my niggas, we don’t play with them thugs

Walked in this bitch and I got it on me

Nigga, I got it on me

I walked in this bitch and I got it on me

Yeah, nigga, yeah, I got it on me