"Striker" lyrics

(B.A.K)

(I want his head)
(Mm aye man nah fuck that)
(Aye I want the bread aye)
(Ouuu shii)
Striker mode
(Ouuu shii)
Striker mode
Striker mode
(Striker mode we swerving)
(All day we serving)
(Aye yea, aye)
(Go)

We want his head (head), nah fuck that, we want the bread
Walk around the hood with a brick like Creg
Spray the whole scene, make the whole scene fled
I ain't trippin' 'bout shit, big bear, no Ted (no Ted)
Stepping on shit, I got blood on my feet (step step)
Yo new nigga lame, he ain't fuck with me
Got too much to say, and get hit with this heat
Glahhh, get a nigga ass sweep
To me, she a trick; to her, I'm a treat
I pop out with this stick and put him on a tee
We getting him gone, control-alt-delete
See I'm in my zone, tryna stay out the streets

Striker mode, we swerving
All day we serving (serving)
I can tell he ain't no shooter; hold it like he nervous (nervous ass)
I'm from Murder Worth; is it worth for you to die? (Is it really?)
We got different shirts for a nigga if he try
I've been tryna stay low, but my name in the sky
I've been fucking shit up since a jit, I can't lie
B.A.K, born a king, and they know that I'm realer (I'm realer)
Play with fam, it turn to born a killer
Off my ass, I done doubled the liquor
We gon' chase his ass down; look like we got a sprinter (We got a runnerrr)

Runner man
I can't wait 'til I gotta touch a hundred bands
I'm progressing, I bring all the numbers in
He got five, so you know that I bought a ten
I got shit that you cannot afford (At all)
He a rat, so you know he came forward (rat ass)
Switch hit his ass, he ain't talking no more
I said switch hit his ass, now he all on the floor

Striker mode, we swerving
All day we serving
I can tell he ain't no shooter; hold it like he nervous (finna fall)
I'm from Murder Worth; is it worth for you to die?
We got different shirts for a nigga if he try
I've been tryna stay low, but my name in the sky
I've been fucking shit up since a jit, I can't lie

We want his head (head), nah fuck that, we want the bread
Walk around the hood with a brick like Creg
Spray the whole scene, make the whole scene fled
I ain't trippin' 'bout shit, big bear, no Ted (no Ted)
Stepping on shit, I got blood on my feet
Yo new nigga lame, he ain't fuck with me (at all)
Got too much to say, and get hit with this heat
Glahhh, get a nigga ass sweep
To me, she a trick; to her, I'm a treat
I pop out with this stick and put him on a tee
We getting him gone, control-alt-delete
See I'm in my zone, tryna stay out the streets

(Striker mode, we swerving)
(All day we serving)
(I can tell he ain't no shooter; hold it like he nervous)
(Striker mode, we)
(Hold it like he nervous)
Yea yea
(I'm from Murder Worth; is it worth for you to die?)
(Mmmm if he try)
On God
Headtap
(B.A.K)