Striker lyrics

[Intro]
(TM on the beat)
(S on the beat, make it boom)

[Chorus]
Me and folks ridin' in a striker, I told him keep on ridin' until this b*tch on E
We see a opp, hop out, walk him down (Walk him down)
Ain't shootin' out cars we gettin' on feet (On feet)
Mask on, gloves on, tell my bro, "When we spinning, we gotta do that sh*t neat"
Ridin' to the Mil' all alone, in a joint on my own, I ain't worried, I'll treat police (You know that)
We can pop out, get it on, if you tryna play ball, f*ck the 'net, we gon' do it in the streets (b*tch, do it)
b*tch steady callin' my phone, asking when I'm going home, sh*t sound backdoor to me
9 a.m. ridin' and it's just me and Keese
Out early, we slidin' wit' two pipes a piece
f*ck the opps, they died, we done tarnished over east
I'm promoting violence, boy, this sh*t ain't sweet
(Boy, this sh*t ain't sweet)

[Verse 1]
If he got caught lacking, bet he got his ass popped
We the reason they block's always on Spot
I'm the reason why the Glock's always get swapped
We the reason they can't trap on they block (You know that)
Shots coming out the Drac', make a pus*y n*gga hot
Steady shaking his hips like he on TikTok
All I need is three seconds to put the switch on a Glock (Brrt)
All it took was five shots, then the big n*gga dropped (Brrt)
n*gga thinking its a game 'til I'm bailing out that car (Brrt)
Boy, I ain't no lame, n*ggas know how I rock (Yeah)
I'll take your chain, I take his—watch (You know that)
Know I got my gun, no, we not finna box
Now she looking at her son laying in a f*cking box (Ha, you know this)
[Chorus]
Me and folks ridin' in a striker, I told him keep on ridin' until this b*tch on E
We see a opp, hop out, walk him down (Walk him down)
Ain't shootin' out cars we gettin' on feet (Uh-uh)
Mask on, gloves on, tell my bro, "When we spinning, we gotta do that sh*t neat"
Ridin' to the Mil' all alone, in a joint on my own, (Skrrt), I ain't worried, I'll treat police (You know that)
We can pop out, get it on, if you tryna play ball, f*ck the 'net, we gon' do it in the streets (b*tch, do it)
b*tch steady callin' my phone, asking when I'm going home, sh*t sound backdoor to me (b*tch, I'll kill you, b*tch)
9 a.m. ridin' and it's just me and Keese
Out early, we slidin' wit' two pipes a piece
f*ck the opps, they died, we done tarnished over east
I'm promoting violence, boy, this sh*t ain't sweet (Uh-uh)

[Verse 2]
We hop out, don't him wrong, put the glizzy to his dome, don't move, make this sh*t easy (I need it)
n*ggas steady saying we into it, know we pull up shooting like I'm Curry, but I don't really shoot from deep
I ain't just rap, I really do it, I ain't into making music
I just like talking sh*t on these beats
40 Glock wit' a fifty to it, rapid-fire when I shoot it (Brrt, brrt), I tapped it twice, now this b*tch on E
n*gga gon' lay if he ever play wit' me
Last n*gga tried to run, got chased down the street (Ha-ha-ha)
It ain't end to good, face on the concrete (Damn)
Now I stuff him in a 'Wood, and his face on a tee (Damn)
Man, I wish a n*gga would, keep Drac' on me
This sh*t ain't safe, don't play wit' me (Don't play wit' me)
[Outro]
This sh*t ain't safe, don't play wit' me