Striker

Twenty, Twenty Four scat pack that's a striker told lil bro be careful when he whip that I can't have lil broski sitting down when I make millions I rather have em out here with me than take care his children, that sound fucked up New gen, new glock super tucked uh Tell you my feelings like you would ever give a f*ck huh Don't try and spin back when my pockets Mrs. Puff huh All my old hoes spinning back, y'all out of luck huh Project baby the way he shoot the drac, that shit got kickback Cut her off and all her access to me, that's my lick back I pass bro a swipe, he punch it in and watch that shit smack For all that, could've texted me on the gram if you wanted to chit chat I'm still shook about my dawg, I aint shake back since I heard broski gotta play for me, broski lock me in He came home and changed his ways a bit, he more discipline This lil hoe said I'm her favorite, I aint text back since I been chasing hella cash, hella racks up in the safe I gave niggas hella passes when they played right in my face Pockets full of dead presidents like I run United States Anxiety high like its too late, I roll a L to ease my pain I tried to love a girl that shit aint work my heart attached now I took a step back, cause I love hard, shit I might crash out I seen a bitch give Durk eyes when broski pulled them racks out Bro been spinning blocks all day I can't tell bro to snap out Aw shit, I caught myself popping my shit again Got that nigga from round me, he wasn't worried about no Benjamin's Shit I'm at that age where I don't give a f*ck if we be friends again Shit I love the bros, I'd really hate if we fell out over some stupid shit I got love scars I need open heart surgery My trust so fucked up, I don't think therapy saving me We swerving on the E-way, me and bro do bean a piece Give the key up to my feelings, can you treat them carefully Twenty, Twenty Four scat pack that's a striker told lil bro be careful when he whip that I can't have lil broski sitting down when I make millions I rather have em out here with me than take care his children, that sound fucked up New gen, new glock super tucked uh Tell you my feelings like you would ever give a f*ck huh Don't try and spin back when my pockets Mrs. Puff huh All my old hoes spinning back, y'all out of luck huh Project baby the way he shoot the drac, that shit got kickback Cut her off and all her access to me, that's my lick back I pass bro a swipe, he punch it in and watch that shit smack For all that, could've texted me on the gram if you wanted to chit chat