Distorted lyrics

[Intro]
(Flinata, oh my God)
Yeah
Striker Gang, Striker Boys, Walkdown Gang, all that sh*t
(Crunkdope, how you grow that sh*t?)
It's with an X
Hmm
b*tch

[Verse]
I just touched a hundred K and YouTube just sent a plaque to me
Don't try to pull no snake sh*t, you know it's gon' get back to me
Drop fifty on a chain, bro, that's Scat money
Wood tip on the K, I got a Black on me
Your b*tch turned down, you need to turn her up
Automatic hack, R.I.P inside my gun
I'm with my side b*tch 'cause I don't show that ho no love
Don't try to tell me about your n*gga, 'cause I don't give a f*ck
Ridin' with a Glocky on me, I'm not even 'posed to
Eighty thousand dollars on me, got that sh*t from ProTools
Check his ass for starin' at me, that's the sh*t that hoes do
Real Striker Boys, take a Chally out the show room
And you know it got like 20 miles on it
If you ain't no fast dude, you can't go slidе for me
b*tch head crazy, she just put hеr mind on me
If I get caught with another heat, then they gon' put some time on me
And I ain't talk about no Rollie or nothing
No plate up on the back, might be a stolie or something
Huh, all fast dudes, b*tch you gon' know if we comin'
Bust the pack open, Cali weed you know the odor on it
Huh, f*ck the Stryker up and put some rotors on it
b*tch I'm up a hundred plus, you got promoter money
I went all blue strips, you can keep that older money
Take the button to my man's crib and tell him hold it for me
Aye I'm tryna rob a n*gga
On probation with gun charges and I still got a pistol
It's so many hoes I f*cked, and I ain't never kissed 'em
Bro I f*ck hoes for free, I ain't gotta trick 'em (huh)
My ho don't care about me havin' hoes, bro I ain't gotta pick 'em
I'll call your motherf*ckin' phone, bro I ain't gotta diss you
n*ggas pockets snapped in half, you need to try to fix 'em
Spilled the drank all in my bag, I'm finna try to lick it
I done made my fans mad, I'm finna drop a snippet
Precision aim with the Glock, bro I can pop a cricket
I can cross it off my list, bro I just popped a stripper
FN on a n*gga, he ain't gonna be able to stop a fidget
[Outro]
(Flinata, oh my God)
(Crunkdope, how you grow that sh*t?)