(Flinata, oh my God)

Yeah

Striker Gang, Striker Boys, Walkdown Gang, all that shit, man (Crunkdope, how do you grow that shit?)

It's with an X

Hmm, bitch

I just touched a hundred K and YouTube just sent a plaque to me

Don't try to pull no snake shit, you know it's gon' get back to me

Drop fifty on a chain, bro, that's Scat money

Wood tip on the K, I got a Black on me

Your bitch turned down, you need to turn her up

Automatic hack, R.I.P.s inside my gun

I'm with my side bitch 'cause I don't show that ho no love

Don't try to tell me 'bout your **** 'cause I don't give a fuck

Ridin' with a Glocky on me, I'm not even 'posed to

Eighty thousand dollars on me, got that shit from Pro Tools

Checked his ass for starin' at me, that's some shit that hoes do

Real Striker Boys, will take a Chally out the show room

And you know it got like twenty miles on it

If you ain't in no fast dude, then you can't go slide for me

Bitch head crazy, she just put her mind on me

If I get caught with another heat, then they gon' put some time on me

And I ain't talkin' 'bout no Rollie or nothing

No plate up on the back, might be a stolie or something

Huh, all fast dudes, bitch, you gon' know if we comin', huh

Bust the pack open, Cali weed, you know the odor on it

Huh, fuck the striker up and put some rotors on it

Bitch I'm up a hundred plus, you got promoter money

I went all blue strips, can keep that older money

Take the button to my man's crib and tell him hold it for me

Ayy, I'm tryna rob a ****

On probation with gun charges and I still got a pistol

It's so many hoes I fuck and I ain't never kissed 'em

Bro, I fuck hoes for free, I ain't gotta trick 'em, huh

My ho don't care about me havin' hoes, bro, I ain't gotta pick 'em

I'll call your motherfuckin' phone, bro, I ain't gotta diss you

****' pockets snapped in half, you need to try to fix 'em

Spilled the drank all in my bag, I'm finna try to lick it

I done made my fans mad, I'm finna drop a snippet

Precision aim with the Glock, bro, I can pop a cricket

I can cross it off my list, bro, I just popped a stripper

Spin on a ****, he ain't gon' be able to stop a fidget

(Flinata, oh my God)

(Crunkdope, how do you grow that shit?)