Striker

Sat, sat, sat Pop out the window of that striker Tryna put that nigga down Like why you pressed over that bitch You know these hoes gon' get around Over east that exit five shit Niggas know we don't play' around F*ck 223s and 556s 7-6-2 my favorite round Ain't no leak in the gang, we leavin' the flame If we catch your ass, out of bounds He dissin' the gang, we leave his ass red Bet his ass can't talk now Bitch, I'm lookin' for a striker I damn near might go spend myself Don't know what the f*ck these niggas think They bout to get the belt free them, GGK, and SPGK Members off the shelf Next time I slide them niggas, they gon' die They gon' need them some help Bitch, I'm livin' what I'm stayin I don't think they even want no smoke Been in the field, them youngins tweakin Guess I gotta show them the ropes Number one, don't leave up out the house Unless your ass go tote Number two, put up them rackys If we beefin', can't go broke He ain't even hear the switchy Hit em with semi ' he thought he had hope All black clothes walkin' around like the Pope Rookie ass nigga, but I take hella notes I'm takin' playa and I'm takin' souls Bet these niggas ain't even know Slid With the chop, put him in the dot Tryna leave his ass on the floor Pop out the window of that striker Tryna put that nigga down Like, why you pressed over that bitch You know these hoes gon' get around over east that , exit five shit, niggas know we don't play around F*ck 223s and 556s 762, my favorite round Like, get down That switchy , faster than a bitch And I won't let up for my brother Bitch, I'm out here takin' risks And if you talk tough, I might bust your ass For thinkin' you the shit And bitch, we ten up Keep your guard up You might get hit with a glitch Fast and you know how I'm ridin Bad bitch gon' stay on my side Call my brother, we gotta lick Kick the door, run right inside thjnk he lit, turn his ass to nine That's what he get for fuckin' with five Hit the stu and he tellin' his lies These niggas be cappin' disguise Bop out, hit his ass perfect timing Turnin' em pancake like he a lineman Suckin' it good, she know the assignment Brody' bending this bitch like he need an alignment Ain't signing' no deal, but if the shit righteous Niggas know I'm signin I'm poppin' these pills, lost bro in the field Damn, near tryna rewind it