Strike Sum

(Yea, yea)
(Fuck it nigga)
(Talmmat nigga)

I keep my stick inside my bag when I strike sum
We ain doin no dissin
Come get at me and let's hit sum
Bitch im out my body
Put that glock straight to his temple
They treat that boy like school
This stick gon give his ass dismissal
Fired up
I'm booted
I got twin
He strapped with cuttaz
Fukk yo gang
And fukk yo brothers
That boy cap juss like a trucker
My niggas different breeds
Like E.T. they gon push up
Then they touch em
It ain no need for picking sides
We pull up
Hit you and yo brother
Yea this that murda flow
30 in this glock and let's go up the scope
I'm swimmin in this lake with all this water like a tadpole
Flip em
Then we drown em wit these fyes like a fukkin boat
This shit off the head
This ain no cap
Yea this the truth
Heard that boy yo twin
We split em like a fraction into two
We spittin flames straight out that drak
That bitch gon hit you and yo crew
Dental surgeon
Cool Smiles
This ARP gon take his tooth
My pockets fat I got them thotpacks
And I'm walkin wit that tool

(Yea, yea)
(Aye)

Walkin with that tool we tryna split sum tryna take his wig
Hop straight in the booth
I talk my shit I told em punch me in
Walkin with yo rent inside my jeans
That's why my pockets big
Shoot his dreads straight off his top they detach like a fukkin wig
Lil nigga but I got these big ass sticks
These bitches 6'5
Said he havin motion with that pack
That boy a damn lie
Posted in West G
I got my drak you kno you ain coming here
Bullets make a nigga disappear
This drak slash his face ear to ear
AP juss like glass you look inside that bitch say crystal clear

(Set)
(Yea)
(I juss freestyled this shit nigga ian even)
(Ya dig?)
(Yea)
(Yea, yea)
(Cmon, cmon)



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Writer(s): Miles Jones
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