"Striker Music" lyrics

Ha
Fah, bah, bah, brr (Helluva made this beat, baby)
Bah, bah, bah, bah
Bah, bah, bah

Striker music (Ha), let my lil' niggas strike to it (Strike)
Striker music (Bah), let my lil' niggas strike to it (Strike)
Striker music (Strike), let my lil' niggas strike to it (Strike)
Striker music (Strike), let my lil' niggas strike to it, ha (Strike)
Striker music (Strike), let my lil' niggas strike to it (Strike)
Striker music (Strike), let my lil' niggas strike to it (Strike)
Striker music (Strike), let my lil' niggas strike to it (Strike)
Striker music (Strike), let my lil' niggas strike to it, ha (Strike, ha)

Pull up on my opps, Hellcat, Demon, TRX
Back to back, somebody gon' get stretched, we tryna catch a hat (Bah, bah, bah)
I cannot be the driver, I'm the one with choppers in the back (Ha)
Switchy on my strap, you know I got the Glock, it's on my lap
Let me catch him, send him up to Heaven, pop him in the hat (Send your ass up)
They want me to stop, I'm not, they call the cops, I'm comin' back (Ha)
Pull up in a striker, brr, up my fully on a pussy (Brr)
Yeah, my belt give 'em a whoopin', neighbors lookin'
Seventy-two shots out the Glock, Devin Booker (Bah)
I'll pop a nigga sister, I'll drop a nigga mama (Ha)
I'll let off shots, leave, return with the strap like Sada
I be on the block, Ibaka (Ha)
Fah, fah, fah, that boy body got more holes than Mo Bamba, ha (Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, ha)

Striker music (Ha), let my lil' niggas strike to it (Bah, oh, yeah)
Striker music (Bah), let my lil' niggas strike to it (Strike, let's ride)
Striker music (Strike), let my lil' niggas strike to it (Strike, boom, boom)
Striker music (Strike), let my lil' niggas strike to it, ha (Strike, brr)
Striker music (Strike), let my lil' niggas strike to it (Strike, go get him)
Striker music, let my lil' niggas strike to it (Strike, let's ride)
Striker music (Strike), let my lil' niggas strike to it (Strike, they comin')
Striker music (Strike), let my lil' niggas strike to it (Strike)

Oh yeah, free my niggas out MDOC, they puttin' that knife on shit (Free them boys)
You post your Hellcat, my niggas can't because they strikin' shit (They stolen)
I know bro was schooled when he told me he don't like the switch (He know somethin')
That ain't no everyday, ain't nothin' like that single fire bitch (Boom, boom, boom)
We got ARP's, we got K's, we got Glocks and Dracs (All that)
Cuttin' through the traffic in them straights, bitch, fuck out our way (Fuck on)
Shiesty mask, so they can't see our face when we eat they face (Come here)
Told the driver, "'Til this bitch de-cock, don't let off them brakes" (That mean get off)
Lil' nigga keep on talkin' spicy with his sweet ass (He pussy)
Skrrt, skrrt, speed past (Skrrt)
Bah, bah, repast
Told 'em steal 'Cats and not the Tracks, them bitches eat gas (Ignore 'em)
Hop out, throwin' at you out of nowhere, nigga, think fast (Brr)

Striker music (Ha), let my lil' niggas strike to it (Strike, strike)
Striker music (Bah), let my lil' niggas strike to it (Strike, strike)
Striker music (Strike), let my lil' niggas strike to it (Strike, strike)
Striker music (Strike), let my lil' niggas strike to it, ha (Strike, go strike, nigga)
Striker music (Strike), let my lil' niggas strike to it (Strike, oh, yeah)
Striker music (Strike), let my lil' niggas strike to it (Strike, go slide)
Striker music (Strike), let my lil' niggas strike to it (Strike, boom)
Striker music (Strike), let my lil' niggas strike to it, ha (Ha, ha, brr)

Skrrt, skrrt, speed past
Bah, bah, repast