Striker Class lyrics

[Intro: 3200 Tre]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Hmm
It's Thirty, come on
What up, E?
What up, Marc Boomin?

[Verse 1: 3200 Tre]
Huh, I got an automatic chop, it's gon' shoot itself
Huh, I just bust down a fresh brick, I'm finna move myself, huh
That n*gga runnin' out of pape', I think he losin' health, huh
I'm done uppin' Glocks on n*ggas, I'ma use a belt
Yeah, huh, I got some ass to beat, huh
This b*tch give me everything, but she get half from me, huh
I got another b*tch to f*ck, you gettin' half of me, huh
Mike just passed me a 30, I'm takin' half of it
Huh, I'm in this b*tch with Baby E, let's have a striker class
Huh, you need a ProPad to get in, that's like a striker pass
Huh, I think of everything I say, I don't be writin' raps
Huh, I don't like the sh*t you text me, I ain't writin' back

[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
The pint of Wock' be sparrin' with Clarissa, ain't no fightin' back
Hellcat, I'm slidin' that and I'm in a Nike mask
n*ggas duck when them .223s get to flying past
Every song you heard me on, n*gga, I wasn't writin' that
Oh, they came and striked your sh*t? You gon' have to buy it back
Everybody just got the neck from her because her body ass
Maar just walked in with the chop in a mini body bag
I know a shop that be choppin' sh*t, that b*tch a karate class
Dog was talkin' choppy 'til we posted a vid of him
Wait 'til I drop my chain, n*gga, I spent a crib on it
Stomach-shot with the four-five, he probably won't live from it
He don't trust me around his b*tch, he think we did something
[Verse 3: 3200 Tre]
Huh, I'm in here tryna do my verse, my car still runnin'
Huh, I just walked in with a ladder, I'm tryna build something
I built the Hellcat I got, you tryna steal something
I'm in here with the SRT boys, I feel a reel comin'
Huh, I feel like E brother today, just call me Maar
Huh, f*ck a twenty-vs-one, let's do car-v-car
When I rap, I paint pics, you know, bars be art
Huh, yeah, a Charger sound cool, but you can't dodge a dart
Huh, you just stole your brother door, you tryna hide his part
Huh, your b*tch stay in a bonnet, she tryna hide her part
Huh, my brother keep a tester with him, he a diamond shark
Huh, I told the b*tch we not f*ckin', she can't find her chart

[Verse 4: Babyfxce E]
Hold the money down by my leg 'cause it's far apart
You can bring your b*tch around the gang, but they all sharks
Huh, I can drop a tape today, bro, they all chart
Slow them b*tches down, we on his block before they all park
Yeah, got the city turnt, b*tch, it's August 10th
b*tch throwin' that ass on me, she twerking on the fifth
The stick hangin' out the Gen5, she thought it was my di*k
Ain't no more bullets in the clip, then hit him with the stick
Catch him on his 9 to 5, he need another shift, huh
Bro, I just poured the drank, who askin' for a sip?
Bro 'nem got hella chains on, they askin' who he is
Quit askin' me if I f*cked the ho, you need to ask your b*tch