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Striker Box
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Striker Box was released on October 8, 2025 by Cegular Records/Santa Anna as a part of the album Red Flags & Roses
October 8, 2025
LabelCegular Records/Santa Anna
LanguageEnglish
BPM77
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

On the Northside, ****, we takin' down opps, ****, with Nawfside, ****
Blrrt, glrrt, what? Yo
Gang, huh, huh (Shout out to that boy Cyrus, he prod' this, see what I'm sayin'?)
Striker box
10-milli’ loaded, let's hit that boy
Karo the drank, remixin' shit
Bump stop, bitch, make a whole lotta noise
Big guns, nah, we ain't playin' wit' toys
Friday the 13th, jumped off the porch with a ski mask, lookin' like Jason, huh
Pour up the Wock' with no chaser, huh
Backwoods taste like they laced me, huh
Bricks touched down from Haiti
Freaky lil' bih' with a cup on her tongue
Eat up the dick til' she go lazy
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I blocked the bih', tell her, "Cry me a river"
Rockstar trapper, no regular dealer
Rockstar trapper, no regular dealer
Percocet boot up, I feel the adrenaline
I get the bag from the island, go inland
Stick got kick, young **** still hittin'
Marni, Balenci', whatever I'm feelin'
Renegade, steppin' on anything dissin'
Backdoor, I rock my move like a hitman
Front door, run through that bitch on a jog
Hit your block in a Power Ranger suit
Preferably the black one 'cause I'm Mobb (Y-Double)
Three-double-0 with the duct tape on it
Ten-double-M, what we keep for opponent (Lil Yo Gang)
Took the coupe on a walk, I got lonely (Lil Yo Gang)
In the passenger seat is my dawg (Gang)
In the rear-view-mirror see Jakes (Y-Double)
I don't too much really fuck with State Farm (Get outta there)
And the freak ho said I'm in good hands
She do tricks on this dick like Allstate
Put the dick in her belly, she crash
It's just me and my dawg, like Bandicoot
Black gang with a heart, like a PS2
And this white ho want me to love her forever
Can't do it, my heart is frozen
She got a carrot nose like Olaf
Made the ho cut her hair like Rapunzel
And the ho ain't got nothin' but a bob
But my pockets still on burger
3 stick, lost 60, Cartoon Network
If you don't get it, that's sixty-three
And this life shit 'bout the cheese
But I don't never, ever go check it
'Bout Lil Yo it's just a pizza
For the dough, it's tomato paste
Striker box
10-milli’ loaded, let's hit that boy
Karo the drank, remixin' shit
Bump stop, bitch, make a whole lotta noise
Big guns, nah, we ain't playin' wit' toys
Friday the 13th, jumped off the porch with a ski mask, lookin' like Jason, huh
Pour up the Wock' with no chaser, huh
Backwoods taste like they laced me, huh
Bricks touched down from Haiti
Freaky lil' bih' with a cup on her tongue
Eat up the dick til' she go lazy, huh
Written by: Cyrus Gomez, London Woods
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