Strike Lyrics

Long live fooliee , yeah, long live juiicy

Long live the guys man, y'all niggas know what's goin' on

Lets do it

Remember them days, I was just trappin' off that scale

How a rat gon' tell me I can't rap

But he spit bars to 12

I'm my own competition, compete with me and you gon' fail

Everybody doubting me, so I gotta give these niggas hell, yeah

Remember them days, I was just trappin' off that scale

How a rat gon' tell me I can't rap

But he spit bars to 12

I'm my own competition, compete with me and you gon' fail

Everybody doubting me, so I gotta give these niggas hell, yeah

I'm balling hard this whole summer

Derrick Henry with that bag

Niggas get me, I won't fumble

Why they actin' like they street

When they know they some store runners

If the guys was here right now

These niggas wouldn't be on the block

They'd be on the corner

Nah, for real

You know ZO done ran it up

He done dropped that bag, yeah

A young nigga only 16

But I'm still actin' like they dad

Like what you mean lil ZO

You know I'ma put that switch all on they ass

Every nigga around me gon' eat

Shit get serious we talkin' cash

Them hating niggas I left them mad

Don't get caught up out of bounds

They say my twin don't smile at all

He'll leave your mama with a frown

And I don't mess around at all

If you new, you can't come around

Somebody go tell TJ we lit

Ask them boys who winning now

Yeah, yeah

I just fucked on a lil freak hoe

The way I'm gettin' these bags out

It make me feel like Lil El Chapo

The thot hoe thought I was gon' come back

I'm sorry for her, but this not Rylo

And you can spin on me right now

They'll have your funeral by tomorrow

Yeah, lets do it

Bet not spin on him

That boy a witness

We all know he protected

All them niggas, he hang around contagious

Yeah, they snitch-infected

Bitch, I'm my own daddy

No child support, that nigga left me neglected

So at my graduation don't

Come shootin' confetti

Buy my mama a new necklace

This Shit ain't sweet boy fuck Ms Debbie

You can think I'm green as hell

Get cut off quickly like some lettuce

I heard you like your bitches clean

She fuck with ZO, I leave her messy

So what you eat

I spin that block and leave it red

Don't eat spaghetti

Bout that money it get ugly

Word around town your pocket's short

My shit be fat like Mr. Tubby

I left my kids on your bitch face

That's why I call her Nutty Buddy

E4M that be the team

Ain't with us, then no discussion

Make me call up my big brother

Watch that 40 get to bussin