letra de striker pad - makkgin & yungkirk
[intro]
wasay
wasay
[verse 1]
smokin za i be geeked up
send a hit, kick my feet up
catch a body, check my fetal
n-gga stay hatin, wanna be us
n-gga better join, he can’t beat us
wit a oldhead smokin reefer
stick on me, gon sound like the reaper
you not a shooter go sit on the bleachers
before i eat a bullet, i gotta bleach em
sh-t ain’t cap fye, you know that i beat em
he throwin punches, i done filled up my eagle
cut a lot of people off, i dont need em
they show me disloyalty and im the one failed em?
rob the jewelry store, i tote me a bezel
got plenty hoes, told my main she ain’t special
this exotic hittin, man, im smokin on pressure
need me a mission, im callin on lester
talkin to yall ho, call that boy chester
f-ckin this ho, i feel like hugh hefner
that boy got robbed cause his b-tch ass a flexer
i knew she would f-ck cause she was a ho when i met her
f-ck valentines, she want d-ck and i let her
[verse 2]
we having army guns on the block, how the h-ll you gone come spinnin stuff?
you ain miss with that switch, that boy is a joke
free that boy kel, he bangin that 4
illuminati yea my bl!ck take soul
we shootin on shi man ion book you no show
smokin on buddy, he hit like a newport
f-cking her opp, now shawty a nympho
i seen that ho, said i wanna get her info
n-gga locked down n i ask “what you in for”
twin went strike and i say “what you hit for”
[?]
we dont do one on one, yo ass get peeped bro
take that boy fye, make him run, said he big bro
[?]
send that ho back, heard that ho from [?]
she sellin that p-ssy, put her on that chrome
we smokin za at the cookout, smell the aroma
you can smell that shi in the air
pop out the cut, all black, know they scared
they tell me slow down, but i ain never care
when i go spin, all black what i wear
the cameras ain catch me, i was never there
police pullin blitz, you know that i tear
feds hit the block, i got outta dodge
bro got a striker pad, hit for dodge
this a striker pad, got a new ride
me and twin was finna win, but he died
hot sh-ll hittin, got a n-gga fried
hot bullet cook a n-gga, french fry
they can’t afford a [?], come fish-fry it
bought a striker pad, told em “strike out”
they gon come back with some cars out the lot
why would i buy a car when i could steal em?
lil bro break inside the car, then he pivot
the owner caught him strikin, but he didn’t k!ll em
take a n-gga car, no we dont rental
stolen car, had went out on a rental
wasay
[outro]
shout out makkgin man
man shout out [? dont know who he tb]
and he dont give my beats away like you other f-ck n-gga man
shout out to [?] man
wasay
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