"Striker" lyrics
(feat. Chuckyy)
[Chuckyy:]
Striker, striker, striker, strike, str— strike, strike, striker
Striker, strike, strike
[Chuckyy (Babyfxce E):]
Fin-fin too hot, we swap for Jeep, ProPad, don't no need key
Whenever I'm over East, I got my glee, Big Opp got his glee
Yeah, forgettin' that I'm star, I'm on stage, but don't even wanna be seen
She geeked up off G6, I'm on lean, we turn to a mega team
Fuck that ho one time, give her my line, now she keep textin' me to fuck
Smokin' that dead opp, I'm sippin' a muddy cup, this shit bussin'
Turn your goofy down, I got my lil' brother with me and strapped with a button
That's that Uzi sound, 22 shootin' Uzi rounds, bet you can't duck 'em (Brrat, brrat, brr)
Hop out striker whips, pop out in Nike Tech any day of the summer (Brrat, brrat, brr, brrat)
[Babyfxce E:]
Bitch (Alright), only thing we strike is 'Cats (Cry baby)
The sunroof cost too much, bro, break that one that's in the back (In the back)
I'm rich as fuck, but I bet I'll fuck without me spendin' a bag (She crack)
All my blicks in fullied up, nigga, all you gon' hear is "Brrat," nigga, brrat (Boom, brrat, bat, bitch)
I could've been with fine shit, but I'd rather lay up with dead niggas (Yeah)
Like a bathroom cabinet, bro, my cup filled with all meds in it (Meds)
All he heard was, "Baow, baow, baow," thought Sexyy Red did it (He dead)
My shirt Chrome, my pants Rick, my jacket ERD (What else?)
Only rap 'bout this shit I know, bro, I can't cap up on these beats (I can't)
I can't bap up on no song (Nah), that shit just don't real right (Nuh-uh)
Bloodbath, we catch him, grill his ass just like some ribeye (Bath)
Immune to the drugs, bitch, like sometimes I don't even feel high (What else?)
I ain't bend up off the bud, but I'll still do a pill pop (Alright)
He copied everything I do, bro, how the fuck it still flop? (How?)
That pussy get you killed, my nigga, them bitches be the real opps (On my soul)
[Chuckyy:]
Fin-fin too hot, we swap for Jeep, ProPad, don't no need key
Whenever I'm over East, I got my glee, Big Opp got his glee
Yeah, forgettin' that I'm star, I'm on stage, but don't even wanna be seen
She geeked up off G6, I'm on lean, we turn to a mega team
Fuck that ho one time, give her my line, now she keep textin' me to fuck
Smokin' that dead opp, I'm sippin' a muddy cup, this shit bussin'
Turn your goofy down, I got my lil' brother with me and strapped with a button
Striker, striker, striker, strike, str— strike, strike, striker
Striker, strike, strike
Striker, striker, striker, strike, str— strike, strike, striker
Striker, strike, strike
[Chuckyy (Babyfxce E):]
Fin-fin too hot, we swap for Jeep, ProPad, don't no need key
Whenever I'm over East, I got my glee, Big Opp got his glee
Yeah, forgettin' that I'm star, I'm on stage, but don't even wanna be seen
She geeked up off G6, I'm on lean, we turn to a mega team
Fuck that ho one time, give her my line, now she keep textin' me to fuck
Smokin' that dead opp, I'm sippin' a muddy cup, this shit bussin'
Turn your goofy down, I got my lil' brother with me and strapped with a button
That's that Uzi sound, 22 shootin' Uzi rounds, bet you can't duck 'em (Brrat, brrat, brr)
Hop out striker whips, pop out in Nike Tech any day of the summer (Brrat, brrat, brr, brrat)
[Babyfxce E:]
Bitch (Alright), only thing we strike is 'Cats (Cry baby)
The sunroof cost too much, bro, break that one that's in the back (In the back)
I'm rich as fuck, but I bet I'll fuck without me spendin' a bag (She crack)
All my blicks in fullied up, nigga, all you gon' hear is "Brrat," nigga, brrat (Boom, brrat, bat, bitch)
I could've been with fine shit, but I'd rather lay up with dead niggas (Yeah)
Like a bathroom cabinet, bro, my cup filled with all meds in it (Meds)
All he heard was, "Baow, baow, baow," thought Sexyy Red did it (He dead)
My shirt Chrome, my pants Rick, my jacket ERD (What else?)
Only rap 'bout this shit I know, bro, I can't cap up on these beats (I can't)
I can't bap up on no song (Nah), that shit just don't real right (Nuh-uh)
Bloodbath, we catch him, grill his ass just like some ribeye (Bath)
Immune to the drugs, bitch, like sometimes I don't even feel high (What else?)
I ain't bend up off the bud, but I'll still do a pill pop (Alright)
He copied everything I do, bro, how the fuck it still flop? (How?)
That pussy get you killed, my nigga, them bitches be the real opps (On my soul)
[Chuckyy:]
Fin-fin too hot, we swap for Jeep, ProPad, don't no need key
Whenever I'm over East, I got my glee, Big Opp got his glee
Yeah, forgettin' that I'm star, I'm on stage, but don't even wanna be seen
She geeked up off G6, I'm on lean, we turn to a mega team
Fuck that ho one time, give her my line, now she keep textin' me to fuck
Smokin' that dead opp, I'm sippin' a muddy cup, this shit bussin'
Turn your goofy down, I got my lil' brother with me and strapped with a button
Striker, striker, striker, strike, str— strike, strike, striker
Striker, strike, strike
