Striker lyrics

[Verse]
We got choppers, F&N, Glocks, got the city hot
Them killers and 'em strikers bend they block
b*tch, we switchin' cars
Trappin', had to get it out the mud, I don't do no fraud
I be switchin' lanes interstate, foenem on the block
Where we got the P's for the low, ho? b*tch, I'm in go mode
Glizzy got the .50, swigin' around just like a yo-yo
Ghost when them killers come around, you better get low
b*tch, I'm from that 64, we don't let sh*t slide, huh
Ayy, what happened to 'em? That lil' n*gga died, huh
Look what that cappin' get to you, sеnt up to the sky, huh
All that yappin' get you clapped up
Whеn 'em bullets hit 'em wrap up
Got the police callin' backup, it's a tragedy
I'm 'bout to make 'em mad at me
Ayy, we turnt up for them members
Free them n*ggas, know they hate it, how it gotta be
My block, they ride for me, ayy, foenem on that line
When it's time, leave a pus*y n*gga R.I.P
Fill up the Glock with R.I.P's, ayy
When we creep, better no sneeze
We gon' leave ya on that ground
On that pavement, they gon' see ya
In that blood, ayy, got it out the mud, ayy
b*tch, I be with thugs, killers, robbers
You can't run from shottas
Ha, they gon' spot ya, chase 'em down, make 'em holler
Put 'em on the spot news, check 'em off, another one
We gon' bend again, spin around for another one