It's Striker!

I want him to think I was listening to a cool song

Everybody can get hit up, man this Glock is rated E

I been gettin' to the bread, now everybody wants a piece

He been real real cocky ever since he got a heat

Make the Drac' go boom, no more opps, I guarantee

Everybody in my business, had to make my own lane

I don't take rappin' serious, but I might go insane

That 45 got some bullets, and they fit right in your brain

Trust in my gun more than people with blindness trust in their cane

He kept playin' with me, he thought I didn't drill

Fast forward, now his mamas payin' medical bills

I been trying to get off Perc's, man, I been tweakin' off of pills

My mama know her son go hard, said my lyrics give her chills

Bet your granny know me, you should ask her

Turn him to a ghost, I think that boy gon' need a pastor

Yeah, your money growin', but my money growin' faster

Y'all got little money, man my paper come in chapters

Yeah, I am a big dog, call me Clifford

Not to be played with, like I'm scissors

I just might mess around with this thirty round, make him disappear, like a wizard

That boy a snake, I'll call him a lizard

Didn't take breaks, now my music is heard

He staying inside, he can't come out his crib

That boy snowed in, like a blizzard

I bet that on YouTube make type beats for me

Man, your girlfriend ain't nothin' but a side piece for me

Don't know why i'm so icy

These Off-Whites, not Nikes

That boy chattin' in my comments, while his wife all on me

Glock come with a StockX tag, so you know it's real

Mr. Stackolot hop on the track, already know the deal

Hit 'em with that

Wounds gon' be slow to heal

Making money legally, 'member having to go and steal

Everybody can get hit up, man this Glock is rated E

I been gettin' to the bread, now everybody wants a piece

He been real real cocky ever since he got a heat

Make the Drac' go boom, no more opps, I guarantee

Everybody in my business, had to make my own lane

I don't take rappin' serious, but I might go insane

That 45 got some bullets, and they fit right in your brain

Trust in my gun more than people with blindness trust in their cane

Everybody can get hit up, man this Glock is rated E

I been gettin' to the bread, now everybody wants a piece

He been real real cocky ever since he got a heat

Make the Drac' go boom, no more opps, I guarantee

Everybody in my business, had to make my own lane

I don't take rappin' serious, but I might go insane

That 45 got some bullets, and they fit right in your brain

Trust in my gun more than people with blindness trust in their cane

Downloaded DoorDash, I needed some lean

Like Donatello, my pockets are green

(Dark Side)

Got a red colored beam

Caught an opp lackin', I stole his Supreme

Google, 'cause my chrome got extensions

Brutal how my MAC teach a lesson

Pupil, hit his eye with the Wesson

Glock 45 will leave 'em second guessin'

I had a Hellcat as my first car, and I didn't even know how to work it

I got my first check from this rappin' and I bought my granny a Birkin

Off of a pill I was getting bored, so I put Dior on my curtains

That boy tried to do it like me, but I'm the only version

Man I'm really like that, mow the grass with some fours on

You a fake killer, only gun you got's on Warzone

I'm not Kevin Gates, but in my pocket I got four phones

Bought your jewelry off of Amazon, only got four stones