Striker

(TM on the beat)
(S on the beat, make it boom)

Me and folks ridin' in a striker, I told him keep on ridin' until this bitch on E
We see a opp, hop out, walk him down (walk him down)
Ain't shootin' out cars we gettin' on feet (on feet)
Mask on, gloves on, tell my bro, "When we spinnin', we gotta do that shit neat"
Ridin' to the Mil' all alone, in a joint on my own
I ain't worried, I'll treat police (you know that)
We can pop out, get it on, if you tryna play ball
Fuck the 'net, we gon' do it in the streets (bitch, do it)
Bitch steady callin' my phone, askin' when I'm goin' home, shit sound backdoor to me
9 a.m. ridin' and it's just me and Keese
Out early, we slidin' wit' two pipes a piece
Fuck the opps, they dyin', we the turntest over east
I'm promotin' all violence, boy, this shit ain't sweet
(Boy, this shit ain't sweet)

If he got caught lackin', bet he got his ass popped
We the reason they block's always on Spot
I'm the reason why the Glock's always get swapped
We the reason they can't trap on they block (you know that)
Shots comin' out the Drac', make a pussy nigga hot
Steady shakin' his hips like he on TikTok
All I need is three seconds to put the switch on a Glock (brrt)
All it took was five shots, then the big nigga dropped (brrt)
Steady thinkin' it's a game 'til I'm bailin' out that car (brrt)
Boy, I ain't no lame, niggas know how I rock (yeah)
I'll take your chain, I take his watch (you know that)
Know I got my gun, no, we not finna box
Now she lookin' at her son layin' in a fuckin' box (ha, you know this)

Me and folks ridin' in a striker, I told him keep on ridin' until this bitch on E
We see a opp, hop out, walk him down (walk him down)
Ain't shootin' out cars we gettin' on feet (uh-uh)
Mask on, gloves on, tell my bro, "When we spinnin', we gotta do that shit neat"
Ridin' to the Mil' all alone, in a joint on my own (skrrt)
I ain't worried, I'll treat police (yeah)
We can pop out, get it on, if you tryna play ball
Fuck the 'net, we gon' do it in the streets (bitch, do it)
Bitch steady callin' my phone, askin' when I'm goin' home
Shit sound backdoor to me (bitch, I'll kill you, bitch)
9 a.m. ridin' and it's just me and Keese
Out early, we slidin' wit' two pipes a piece
Fuck the opps, they dyin', we the turntest over east
I'm promotin' all violence, boy, this shit ain't sweet (uh-uh)

We hop out, don him wrong, put the glizzy to his dome
Don't move, make this shit easy (I need it)
Niggas steady sayin' we into it
Know we pull up shootin' like I'm Curry, but I don't really shoot from deep
I ain't just rap, I really do it, I ain't into makin' music
I just like talkin' shit on these beats
40 Glock wit' a fifty too, rapid-fire when I shoot it (brrt, brrt)
I tapped it twice, now this bitch on E
Nigga gon' lay if he ever play wit' me
Last nigga tried to run, got chased down the street (ha-ha-ha)
It ain't end to good, face on the concrete (damn)
Now I stuff him in a 'Wood and his face on a tee (damn)
Man, I wish a nigga would, keep Drac' on me
This shit ain't safe, don't play wit' me (don't play wit' me)

This shit ain't safe, don't play wit' me