Striker Class lyrics

[Intro: 3200 Tre]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Hm
It's Thirty, c'mon
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 running out of pape', I think he losing health
Huh, I'm done upping 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 getting half of me
Heh, Mike just passed me a 30, I'm taking half of it
Huh, I'm in this b*tch with Baby E, let's have a striker class
Huh, you need a pro back to get in here, that's like a striker pass
Huh, I think of everything I say, I don't be writing raps
Huh, I don't like the sh*t you text me, I ain't writing back

[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
The pint of Wock' spider wrap Clarissa, ain't no fighting back
Hellcat, I'm sliding that
And I'm in a Nike mask
n*ggas duck when them .223's get to flying past
Every song you heard me on, n*gga, wasn't writing that
Oh, they came an strike your sh*t? You gon' have to buy it back
Everybody just got neck from her because her body ass
Marched walked in with the chop and the mini body bag
I know a shop that be chopping sh*t, that b*tch a karate class
Dawg was talking 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 .45, he probably won't live from it
He don't trust me round his b*tch, he think we did something
[Verse 3: 3200 Tre]
Huh, I'm over here tryna do my verse, my car still running
Huh, I just walked in with a latter, 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 coming
Hm, I feel like E brother today, just call me Mark
Hm, f*ck a 20 vs 1, let's do car V car
When I rap, I paint pics, you know bars be art
Hm, yeah, Chargers sound cool, but you can't dodge a dart
Huh, you just stole your brother door, you tryna hide his parts
Hm, your b*tch stay in a bonnet, she tryna hide her part
Huh, my brother keep tester with him, he a diamond shark
Huh, I told the b*tch we not f*cking, she can't find her chart

[Verse 4: Babyfxce E]
Holding money down by my leg 'cause it's far apart
You can bring your b*tch around the gang, but they all sharks
I can drop a tape today, bro, they all chart
Slow them b*tches down, we on this block before they all park
Got the city turnt, b*tch, it's Augast 10th
b*tch throwing that ass on me, she twerking on the fif'
The stick hanging out the Gen5, she thought it was my di*k
Ain't no more bullets in that 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 asking for a sip?
Bro done got hella chains on, they asking who he is
Quit asking me if I f*cked the ho, you need to ask your b*tch