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striker (y.acg) - critical lyrics

[intro]
ghosty

[verse 1]
told lk “step on the gas”, i stay ’round there and juice my nank (splash)
i gave five or six in his back, pablo dashed but he still got splashed
me and td just grabbed this wap, i swear this mash don’t look too bad
cj packed up, bud is dank, akh, don’t put k on my batch
how do i beef these tw-ts? bow, don’t get shot in your hat
we glide with hands on shanks, jump out whips that’s how we attack (skrr)
blood gone spill like yak, young crudz ran and left his yat
save my number, i’ll ring you back, re-up and dice that down and trap
cid at my door, now they all at my crib ‘cuz something got bored (splash, wet up)
interview room, no comment, trident p-ssed ’cause they know i don’t talk (never that)
splash, spill it like sauce, ride on blocks with militant force
so why did your broski snitch?
try put a k on the 6, that’s rambo blades in and out of your skin (splash)
sweet thing don’t like how i live, sh-t then boo, it is what it is
15 when i been in the trap and patterned my wrist (whip, whip)
got both dry hands on the stick, slap that off, do it like john wick (bow)

[chorus]
shank on me man tuck it (hidden)
don’t get caught in public (wet up)
eyes on her, man cuffed it, rams and fl1cks get pushed in stomachs (drench that)
ride on opps, that’s justice
do it and dash like f-ck it (dash)
south side newham, that’s us, don’t try run, ’cause you will get blooded (bow)
shank on me man tuck it (hidden)
don’t get caught in public (wet up)
eyes on her, man cuffed it, rams and fl1cks get pushed in stomachs (drench that)
ride on opps, that’s justice
do it and dash like f-ck it (dash)
south side newham, that’s us, don’t try run, ’cause you will get blooded (bow)

[verse 2]
i left him swimming, why is this p-ssio trippin’?
i ripped his flesh like barbecue chicken (yuck)
blood on my kitchen, dripping (ugh)
pebs in my mouth, that’s hidden, upsuh chilling with dirty kittens
my blade does critical damage, ambulance rush to the scene after dipping
your young g’s moist, they ain’t on chingings
in o with bits of each, got a nit-bag sniffing (ruugh)
jointz got shot, his boy got m’d and he still ain’t done no drilling
the 6 ain’t nothing like them, respond to the l then slide where you’re chilling
look at her pretty little face
she f-cks and sucks this c-ck, she knows i ain’t taking her out on dates (baddaz)
i swear them blocks ain’t safe, my block do drills in the night and day
wait, come let’s slide on gate, pattern your address, i’ll find where you stay
i swear that my shank is bae
ride and do whatever it takes to drench down opps ‘pon pave
don’t get clocked, ’cause you will get chased (don’t run)
whenever them man get shaved, they open their mouth and snitch to the jakes
secure your block, this ain’t no game, grip that blade, aim over the waist (drench that)

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