Striker

(TM on the beat)

(S on the beat, make it boom)

Me and folks ridin' in a striker, I told him keep on ridin' until this bitch on E

We see a opp, hop out, walk him down (Walk him down)

Ain't shootin' out cars we gettin' on feet (On feet)

Mask on, gloves on, tell my bro, "When we spinning, we gotta do that shit neat"

Ridin' to the Mil' all alone, in a joint on my own, I ain't worried, I'll treat police (You know that)

We can pop out, get it on, if you tryna play ball, fuck the 'net, we gon' do it in the streets (Bitch, do it)

Bitch steady callin' my phone, asking when I'm going home, shit sound backdoor to me

9 a.m. ridin' and it's just me and Keese

Out early, we slidin' wit' two pipes a piece

Fuck the opps, they died, we the turntest over east

I'm promoting all violence, boy, this shit ain't sweet

(Boy, this shit ain't sweet)

If he got caught lacking, bet he got his ass popped

We the reason they block's always on Spot

I'm the reason why the Glock's always get swapped

We the reason they can't trap on they block (You know that)

Shots coming out the Drac', make a pussy **** hot

Steady shaking his hips like he on TikTok

All I need is three seconds to put the switch on a Glock (Brrt)

All it took was five shots, then the big **** dropped (Brrt)

Steady thinking its a game 'til I'm bailing out that car (Brrt)

Boy, I ain't no lame, **** know how I rock (Yeah)

I'll take your chain, I take his—watch (You know that)

Know I got my gun, no, we not finna box

Now she looking at her son laying in a fucking box (Ha, you know this)

Me and folks ridin' in a striker, I told him keep on ridin' until this bitch on E

We see a opp, hop out, walk him down (Walk him down)

Ain't shootin' out cars we gettin' on feet (Uh-uh)

Mask on, gloves on, tell my bro, "When we spinning, we gotta do that shit neat"

Ridin' to the Mil' all alone, in a joint on my own, (Skrrt), I ain't worried, I'll treat police (Yeah)

We can pop out, get it on, if you tryna play ball, fuck the 'net, we gon' do it in the streets (Bitch, do it)

Bitch steady callin' my phone, asking when I'm going home, shit sound backdoor to me (Bitch, I'll kill you, bitch)

9 a.m. ridin' and it's just me and Keese

Out early, we slidin' wit' two pipes a piece

Fuck the opps, they died, we the turntest over east

I'm promoting all violence, boy, this shit ain't sweet (Uh-uh)

We hop out, don't him wrong, put the glizzy to his dome, don't move, make this shit easy (I need it)

**** steady saying we into it, know we pull up shooting like I'm Curry, but I don't really shoot from deep

I ain't just rap, I really do it, I ain't into making music

I just like talking shit on these beats

40 Glock wit' a fifty too, rapid-fire when I shoot it (Brrt, brrt), I tapped it twice, now this bitch on E

**** gon' lay if he ever play wit' me

Last **** tried to run, got chased down the street (Ha-ha-ha)

It ain't end to good, face on the concrete (Damn)

Now I stuff him in a 'Wood and his face on a tee (Damn)

Man, I wish a **** would, keep Drac' on me

This shit ain't safe, don't play wit' me (Don't play wit' me)

This shit ain't safe, don't play wit' me