"Distorted" lyrics
(Flinata, oh my God)
Yeah
Striker Gang, Striker Boys, Walkdown Gang, all that shit
(Crunkdope, how 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 inside my gun
I'm with my side bitch 'cause I don't show that ho no love
Don't try to tell me about your nigga, '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 ProTools
Check his ass for starin' at me, that's the shit that hoes do
Real Striker Boys, take a Chally out the show room
And you know it got like 20 miles on it
If you ain't no fast dude, 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 talk about 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'
Bust the pack open, Cali weed you know the odor on it
Huh, fuck the Stryker up and put some rotors on it
Bitch I'm up a hundred plus, you got promoter money
I went all blue strips, you can keep that older money
Take the button to my man's crib and tell him hold it for me
Aye I'm tryna rob a nigga
On probation with gun charges and I still got a pistol
It's so many hoes I fucked, 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
Niggas 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
FN on a nigga, he ain't gonna be able to stop a fidget
(Flinata, oh my God)
(Crunkdope, how you grow that shit?)
Yeah
Striker Gang, Striker Boys, Walkdown Gang, all that shit
(Crunkdope, how 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 inside my gun
I'm with my side bitch 'cause I don't show that ho no love
Don't try to tell me about your nigga, '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 ProTools
Check his ass for starin' at me, that's the shit that hoes do
Real Striker Boys, take a Chally out the show room
And you know it got like 20 miles on it
If you ain't no fast dude, 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 talk about 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'
Bust the pack open, Cali weed you know the odor on it
Huh, fuck the Stryker up and put some rotors on it
Bitch I'm up a hundred plus, you got promoter money
I went all blue strips, you can keep that older money
Take the button to my man's crib and tell him hold it for me
Aye I'm tryna rob a nigga
On probation with gun charges and I still got a pistol
It's so many hoes I fucked, 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
Niggas 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
FN on a nigga, he ain't gonna be able to stop a fidget
(Flinata, oh my God)
(Crunkdope, how you grow that shit?)
