Strike sum

(Yea, yea) (F*ck 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)