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bloodhound lil jeff - striker lyrics

[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
ain’t shootin’ out cars we gettin’ on feet
mask on, gloves on, told my bro when we spinnin’ we gotta do that sh+t neat
ridin’ to the mill all alone, in a joint on my own
i ain’t worried, i’ll treat police
we can pop out get it on, if you tryna play ball
f+ck the net we gon do it in the streets
still steady callin’ my phone, asking when i’m going home
should’ve slide backdoor to me
9am i’m ridin’ in the jects me and quis
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 why they blocks always on spot
i’m the reason why the glocks always get swapped
we the reason why that can’t trap on they block
sevens coming out the drac make a p+ssy n+gga hot
steady shaking his hips like he on tiktok
all i need is three strikers, put the switch on a glock
all it took was 5 shots, then the big n+gga dropped
n+gga thinking its a game, ’til i’m bailing out that car
boy i ain’t no lame, n+ggas know how i rock
i’ll take your chain, i take his watch
know i got my gun, no we not finna box
now she looking at her son laying in a f+cking box
[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
ain’t shootin’ out cars we gettin’ on feet
mask on, gloves on, told my bro when we spinnin’ we gotta do that sh+t neat
ridin’ to the mill all alone, in a joint on my own
i ain’t worried, i’ll treat police
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 steady callin’ my phone, asking when i’m going home
should’ve slide backdoor to me
9am i’m ridin’ in the jects me and quis
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

[verse 2]
we hop out don’t run, put the glizz to his dome
don’t move make this sh+t easy
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 interested making music
i just like talking sh+t on these beats
40 glock wit’ a 50 to it, rapid fire when i shoot it
tap 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
it ain’t end to good, face on the concrete
now i stuff him in a wood, and his face on a t
man i wish a n+gga would, keep drac on me
this sh+t ain’t safe don’t play wit’ me
(this sh+t ain’t safe don’t play wit’ me)

- bloodhound lil jeff lyrics

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