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letra de striker - mori briscoe, milo floxks & jus waxkem

[verse 1: milo floxks]
srt trackhawk when i bounce out, yeah, that’s my favorite striker
he got hit in his melon, brodie gon’ walk sh-t down and cl!ck like a lighter
they be dissin’ my brothers, we be puttin’ sh-t under
the reason these n-ggas don’t like us
pop out, i’m with heady, he aimin’ it steady
he scorin’ on that drill so we light up
yeah, it’s a new opp in the air
we makin’ sh-t disappear
foenem kept bangin’, it’s hurtin’ my ears
come like the reaper, watch how i appear
it was six n-ggas shot so we gеt outta there
jus gon’ whack ’em if that n-gga starе
he dissin’ the guys, n-gga, i wouldn’t dare
so many dead opps put in the air

[verse 2: jus waxkem]
i been spinnin’ for months, no chill
like, nah, i ain’t done, if you mention the dead’s then i bet you i come
sidestep, up it and fl!ck it
baow, baow, i’ma show you i’m wicked
chase down, me and keem gon’ blitz him
two n-ggas shot, you can check on citizen
n-ggas rappin’, they not really livin’ it
free rg, whole gang really different
i just wait ’til that day come
can’t wait ’til they free all my day ones
we floxkin’ for lo so the judge tryna slay us
if you give me a lo’ then i bet you in danger
bad b-tch, [?] take off your makeup
you got a n-gga i think you should break up
’cause he can’t do what i do off the wake-up
grinchin’ all day
[verse 3: mori briscoe]
n-ggas pullin’ stunts, like
lots gon’ go on a hunt
nay threw a shot and watch them n-ggas jump, like
they drop to the floor like a bird
the beam on it too so, p-ssy, you can’t duck, like
and them n-ggas they know what’s up
check the scoreboard, n-gga, we up, like
new opp pack we call him tirehead
find his head by the wheel he was stuck
wake up at 7, n-gga, i be grinchin’
ask ya man, he know my body different, like
picture mb without no money
n-gga, you can’t that’s something you can’t vision, like
stack it and get out the hood, for my family i’m locked in, i’m on a mission, like
put my trust in a glock not a b-tch, why? ’cause i be f-ckin’ n-ggas b-tches

- mori briscoe milo floxks jus waxkem

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