Strikers
Just know I ain't one them exotic strikers swap the vin
Still driving loads they asking how I got it across the continent
I'll slime him out triple cross him now still pull a money Mitch
Imma Grown man gotta stand on shit I ain't with the funny business
If you stayed down for a young nigga just know that you coming with me
All about benjis but I ain't friendly wait untill we run in to em
Make this switchie go grahhhh grahhh I'll attach drum on too it
Cant Drive lazy on the road my body filled with purple fluid
Man you know this shit ain't new counting money hotboxing coupe
I been a god like Farrakhan calling shots just like I'm Louis
Bro just got a new load in say he finna take it too saint Louis
Bro just got a new load in say he finna take it too saint Louis
I'm doing turn around till I go I ain't really looking for no closure
I done trust a few niggas that's why I keep looking over my shoulder
Stick on me in the club bitch asked if I had a boner
I ain't looking for no loans do it on my own that's why imma loner
Me and this blicky imma soldier touching down in Minnesota
Im that nigga if you ain't noticed fuck hoes and stay focused
Big dawg with no owner since 16 been road running
If I get caught don't know nun you touching pape then show sum
I know it's scaring you too see how far I came and what I'm becoming
How the fuck im up 100 yards I swear just had nun I don't like too wait on my fiends in the trap so I ain't fronting
Moving work with fundamentals get in my rhythm like Tim Duncan
Man of my word once I say it yeah you know it's stamped
Came from the bottom upping dog shit from hand too hands
How tf you got goals but you ain't even got a plan
Me and gang don't fw niggas might confuse us for the Klan
Rack for rack I ain't worried bout shit but Benjamin's
I stand tall my money long young nigga like slender man
Niggas fake they only come around for they benefits
Can't put my trust up in a nigga they might go and take the stand
Only fear Allah I could never ever fear a man
Get in that mode off a pink ten I ran it up like fuck a friend
Pound after pound we was young niggas moving grams
I could never show my hand hopped on the road and took a chance
Still driving loads they asking how I got it across the continent
I'll slime him out triple cross him now still pull a money Mitch
Imma Grown man gotta stand on shit I ain't with the funny business
If you stayed down for a young nigga just know that you coming with me
All about benjis but I ain't friendly wait untill we run in to em
Make this switchie go grahhhh grahhh I'll attach drum on too it
Cant Drive lazy on the road my body filled with purple fluid
Man you know this shit ain't new counting money hotboxing coupe
I been a god like Farrakhan calling shots just like I'm Louis
Bro just got a new load in say he finna take it too saint Louis
Bro just got a new load in say he finna take it too saint Louis
I'm doing turn around till I go I ain't really looking for no closure
I done trust a few niggas that's why I keep looking over my shoulder
Stick on me in the club bitch asked if I had a boner
I ain't looking for no loans do it on my own that's why imma loner
Me and this blicky imma soldier touching down in Minnesota
Im that nigga if you ain't noticed fuck hoes and stay focused
Big dawg with no owner since 16 been road running
If I get caught don't know nun you touching pape then show sum
I know it's scaring you too see how far I came and what I'm becoming
How the fuck im up 100 yards I swear just had nun I don't like too wait on my fiends in the trap so I ain't fronting
Moving work with fundamentals get in my rhythm like Tim Duncan
Man of my word once I say it yeah you know it's stamped
Came from the bottom upping dog shit from hand too hands
How tf you got goals but you ain't even got a plan
Me and gang don't fw niggas might confuse us for the Klan
Rack for rack I ain't worried bout shit but Benjamin's
I stand tall my money long young nigga like slender man
Niggas fake they only come around for they benefits
Can't put my trust up in a nigga they might go and take the stand
Only fear Allah I could never ever fear a man
Get in that mode off a pink ten I ran it up like fuck a friend
Pound after pound we was young niggas moving grams
I could never show my hand hopped on the road and took a chance
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Writer(s): Julian Campbell
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