[Chorus]
Strap in my lap
Strap in my lap
Strap in my lap
Strap in my lap
Never slippin got the strap in my lap

[Verse 1: Yung Simmie]
Strap in my lap you move an get whacked
The killer is back, I came to attack
The nine atcho back I pistol whip rappers
I'm leaving skull cracks, I'm really bout that
My Philly so fat I'm smokin it up, laid back
See me puffin' i'd up Run an get jumped
Bodys get dumped, for think he tough
I'm real no bluff, my game so clutch
Hang with the ruger so n***a you stunt
Imma blunt smoking n***a ducked off in the cut
All black, ski mask hoppin out the black truck
Wit the mac on my back imma come get ya
Lay ya body on the ground thats another picture on a shirt
Pull off in a virt, like a purp, tatted up
So motherfuck a shirt cold ass n***a so feelings get hurt
Hollow tips hurt, my bitch don't twerk she roll up the purp
Keep the mac in the purse, get mased either or I don't
Think you want it cause im real to the core
Simmie the n***a who can lead a fucking war
ShotGun shoot shit thats holes in ya door
Like a butcher i'll end ya
Hot nine jewel breeze in da centre
[Chorus]
Strap in my lap
Strap in my lap
Strap in my lap
Strap in my lap
Strap in my lap
Strap in my lap
Strap in my lap
Strap in my lap
Strap in my lap
Strap in my lap

[Verse 2: Nell]
Hit up the club with the...
Strap in my lap
Try me get clap
Ride with the younging and i run wit the mac
These n***as don't want it I come in attack
My whole led explode in his back
Rat a tat from the gat show em wheres at
Tray pound seven leave a gun n***a flat
After this i got the sac won't sap we
Stay with the pack and that certified wax
Running from the Law cause I murdered the track
Like a 38 n***a Dade County still a murder rate
Can't trust a n***a bitch on my own
And that all black but I ride with the chrome
Fucking wit my n***as get a pussy n***a mind blown
That pipe long on the eagle make his night long
9mm heater n***a like cold no peace
Bullet holes all through ya clothes gon leak
I dont even need a fire you can get beat
Beat a n***a ass and keep it lowkey
N***as playin Foul imma show his ass the real me
Playin with my rounds and his Moms gon feel me
Hit his own deck who up next to get whacked
Ride in the back wit the strap in my lap
Run up in the trap, lay n***a to the ground
After he's hit when its time to run down