Last Strike lyrics

[Intro:]
Hahaha
Hahahaha
Ahahahaha!
[?]

[Verse: Enphamus]
Uh, everybody gangsta' 'till we spin and make 'em track stars
You ain't heard of pus*y, gon' get bust for tryna' act hard
f*ck n*gga ain't thuggin' wit' yo' ass still in this backyard
Me, TwoFive, and Skrilla get suspicious 'round them black cars
Ever since Osama, I just hit his phone like, "[?], chill"
[?] ain't nothin' like Eminem, he'll get you killed
You think I ain't on that sh*t I'm rappin', b*tch, come try me then
Only 5-foot-9 and stand up tall like I'm the shooter man
Flex sh*t I just put on, bet my gun cut off a ceilin' fan
[?]-ass said he gon' snatch my chain, where the f*ck he been?
[?], go pillow talk to hoes, both them n*ggas b*tch
[?] and my mom a preacher, get shot by the preacher kid
Talk bеhind my back, but in my face, I get the [?]
Fall bеhind that wall, I seen that pape' to get on, f*ck a pope
f*cked up on that drill like I won't kill when I'm uncomfortable
Sold his ass a whole onion of shake, oh, he was gullible
Just shot at a dumb Gangster Disciple, he was clutchin' forks
These boys clean up nice as f*ck, they think 90 been touchin' soap
Gangsta' b*tch from Memphis, made her cook it, she be cuttin' dope
Ho, you just a f*ck, you f*cked my bros, so I can't f*ck you slow
[Chorus: Enphamus]
I'm on my last strike, I'ma finna' come search for you pussies
I'm on my last strike, I'm finna' come hop out the bushes
I'm on my last strike, I'm tryna' leave holes in his hoodies
I'm on my last strike, I turn all the semi's to fully's
I'm on my last strike, I'ma finna' come search for you pussies
I'm on my last strike, I'm finna' come pop out the bushes
I'm on my last strike, I'm tryna' leave holes in his hoodies
I'm on my last strike, I turn all the semi's to fully's

[Verse 2: Anti Da Menace]
f*ck the opps, wherever, them n*ggas gon' die, smoke wit' the Devil
Wanna' buy me a watch so bad, I might just take me a n*gga bezel
I cut off a n*gga leg to show that b*tch boy he ain't no steppa'
Lil' b*tch out here f*ckin', she ain't nothin', pus*y hot like peppers
Damn right, I want 'em dead
Damn right, she gave me head
n*gga sleep on a air mat', this .45 gon' pop his bed
I been puttin' sh*t on wax ever since I caught from my first TEC
Pull out, nutted on her face, she got a lil' boy on her neck

[Outro: Anti Da Menace]
You ain't never laid in no woods, lil' n*gga
Make sure everything good, lil' n*gga
(Soon as brodie call my phone, I hop out cuts and squeeze my trigger)
(Lil' b*tch went and got a BBL, that ain't make yo' ass look thicker)
(Clown-ass lil' hoe look like a f*ckin' damn tornado hit you)