Striker
We got choppers, F&N, Glocks, got the city hot
Them killers and 'em striker bend they block
Bitch, we switchin' cars
Trappin', had to get it out the mud, I don't do no fraud
I be switchin' lanes interstate, foenem on the block
Where we got the P's for the low, ho? Bitch, I'm in go mode
Glizzy got the .50, swigin' around just like a yo-yo
Ghost when them killers come around, you better get low
Bitch, I'm from that 64, we don't let shit slide, huh
Ayy, what happened to 'em? That lil' nigga died, huh
Look what that cappin' get to you, sеnt up to the sky, huh
All that yappin' get you clapped up
Whеn 'em bullets hit 'em wrapper
Got the police callin' backup, it's a tragedy
I'm 'bout to make 'em mad at me
Ayy, we turnt up to them members
Free them niggas, know they hate it, how it gotta be
My block, they ride for me, ayy, foenem on that line
When it's time, leave a pussy nigga R.I.P
Fill up the Glock with R.I.P's, ayy
When we creep, better no sneeze
We gon' leave ya on that ground
On that pavement, they gon' see ya
In that blood, ayy, got it out the mud, ayy
Bitch, I be with thugs, killers, robbers, ayy
You can't run from shottas
Ha, they gon' spot ya, chase 'em down, make 'em holler
Put 'em on the spot news, check 'em off, another one
We gon' bend again, spin around for another one
Them killers and 'em striker bend they block
Bitch, we switchin' cars
Trappin', had to get it out the mud, I don't do no fraud
I be switchin' lanes interstate, foenem on the block
Where we got the P's for the low, ho? Bitch, I'm in go mode
Glizzy got the .50, swigin' around just like a yo-yo
Ghost when them killers come around, you better get low
Bitch, I'm from that 64, we don't let shit slide, huh
Ayy, what happened to 'em? That lil' nigga died, huh
Look what that cappin' get to you, sеnt up to the sky, huh
All that yappin' get you clapped up
Whеn 'em bullets hit 'em wrapper
Got the police callin' backup, it's a tragedy
I'm 'bout to make 'em mad at me
Ayy, we turnt up to them members
Free them niggas, know they hate it, how it gotta be
My block, they ride for me, ayy, foenem on that line
When it's time, leave a pussy nigga R.I.P
Fill up the Glock with R.I.P's, ayy
When we creep, better no sneeze
We gon' leave ya on that ground
On that pavement, they gon' see ya
In that blood, ayy, got it out the mud, ayy
Bitch, I be with thugs, killers, robbers, ayy
You can't run from shottas
Ha, they gon' spot ya, chase 'em down, make 'em holler
Put 'em on the spot news, check 'em off, another one
We gon' bend again, spin around for another one
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Writer(s): Deandre Eric Campbell
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