Striker
Doing all that preaching about being solid, but you told it, don't sit right with me
They call me Big Nuski cause you lil niggas can't get up with me
I'm shooting like he Pippin, in that clip that boy got 33
Lil bro walk him down, the shells gon' melt You, that shit hot as grease
Baddest bitch from overseas, she wanna rump with me
Bitch don't say my name, come get you some, come see what's up with me
My niggas playing with them lasers, so watch what you say to me
He keep on dissing, we put hot shit in his face, that's how it's supposed to be
Designer dreams, maybach with the stars, I'm tryna see it now
When you step up in that room, you better not Make a sound
If I get booked up in that jam, is you gon' hold It down
We put two bullets in his grill, and that's for playing around
These niggas aint 100, but that's okay, that's how that go
You ain't this shit for me, so don't try to call me Lil bro
Like Mike Amiri's C-Diors and they fresh out the store
And when we hop out, choppa bullets, make his ass get low
I'm sitting thinking bout my B, and that shit Drive me crazy
I'm hearing shorty wanna fuck, and she wanna Have my baby
And I'm from second, and I'll block, I said the Trenches raised me
He popped a 30, his bitch cheated, now he Going crazy
My nina sneezing, get the screaming, this shit Like the flu
Be with gorillas, beat they chest, it's what that Jungle do
That swiss go, and it's gon' put him out like Theraflu
I mix the pop, pour the coke, Dean, that shit Make purple juice
Like bitches mix, he play both sides, and that's how they get hit
Said he gon' sign me, he start pillow talking to A bitch
He did some drills, they offered life, and he turned to a snitch
My nina, she a thottie, use her throat so she can kiss your lips
Like 12 behind him, saying, hey E-Way, we Ain't going down
We get that euros for a month, that's how we Get around
You better say that money on you, gon' need it Falling down
They ask him out, he know he going, he seen Him hit the ground
Doing all that preaching about being solid, but You told her don't sit right with me
They call me Big Nooski, cause you little Niggas can't get up with me
Shooting like he pimpin', in that clip, that boy Got 33
Real bro walk him down, the shells gon' melt you, that shit hot as grease
Baddest bitch from overseas, she wanna run with me
Bitch don't say my name, come get you some, come see what's up with me
My niggas playing with them lasers, so watch what you say to me
He keep on dissing, we pop hot shit in his face, that's how it's supposed to be
They call me Big Nuski cause you lil niggas can't get up with me
I'm shooting like he Pippin, in that clip that boy got 33
Lil bro walk him down, the shells gon' melt You, that shit hot as grease
Baddest bitch from overseas, she wanna rump with me
Bitch don't say my name, come get you some, come see what's up with me
My niggas playing with them lasers, so watch what you say to me
He keep on dissing, we put hot shit in his face, that's how it's supposed to be
Designer dreams, maybach with the stars, I'm tryna see it now
When you step up in that room, you better not Make a sound
If I get booked up in that jam, is you gon' hold It down
We put two bullets in his grill, and that's for playing around
These niggas aint 100, but that's okay, that's how that go
You ain't this shit for me, so don't try to call me Lil bro
Like Mike Amiri's C-Diors and they fresh out the store
And when we hop out, choppa bullets, make his ass get low
I'm sitting thinking bout my B, and that shit Drive me crazy
I'm hearing shorty wanna fuck, and she wanna Have my baby
And I'm from second, and I'll block, I said the Trenches raised me
He popped a 30, his bitch cheated, now he Going crazy
My nina sneezing, get the screaming, this shit Like the flu
Be with gorillas, beat they chest, it's what that Jungle do
That swiss go, and it's gon' put him out like Theraflu
I mix the pop, pour the coke, Dean, that shit Make purple juice
Like bitches mix, he play both sides, and that's how they get hit
Said he gon' sign me, he start pillow talking to A bitch
He did some drills, they offered life, and he turned to a snitch
My nina, she a thottie, use her throat so she can kiss your lips
Like 12 behind him, saying, hey E-Way, we Ain't going down
We get that euros for a month, that's how we Get around
You better say that money on you, gon' need it Falling down
They ask him out, he know he going, he seen Him hit the ground
Doing all that preaching about being solid, but You told her don't sit right with me
They call me Big Nooski, cause you little Niggas can't get up with me
Shooting like he pimpin', in that clip, that boy Got 33
Real bro walk him down, the shells gon' melt you, that shit hot as grease
Baddest bitch from overseas, she wanna run with me
Bitch don't say my name, come get you some, come see what's up with me
My niggas playing with them lasers, so watch what you say to me
He keep on dissing, we pop hot shit in his face, that's how it's supposed to be
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Writer(s): Shareal Edmonds
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