Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Babyfxce E
Babyfxce E
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Efrem Jamar Blackwell
Efrem Jamar Blackwell
Songwriter:in
Omar Perrin
Omar Perrin
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Nick Cavalieri
Nick Cavalieri
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Omar Grand
Omar Grand
Produzent:in

Lyrics

(Hop in, hop in, nigga) Yeah Real striker music, nigga Bitch (yeah) Huh, huh, huh (bitch) This the type of shit that make you crash yo' whip, huh This the type of shit that make you flash your-, hold on This the type of the shit-, hold on, bitch Hold on (come on) Huh, yeah This the type of shit that make you crash yo' whip, huh This the type of shit that make you flash the stick I drunk all the lean in my cup, now I'm pissed I know just how to set a nigga up, get a bitch Glock 23 pick him up, it's a Lyft The reason why this bitch so stuck, 'cause this dick Micro Draco and it got a hundred in the clip Had to pin her ass down 'cause she kept runnin' from the dick, hold on Like a dyke bitch, I'm finna pull a strap out (bitch) You can wash my dirty clothes and pull a rack out Should've been got a verse 'cause, boy, you gettin' taxed now Finna pick some pussy up just to get it smacked down (damn) I done fucked my money up, but it's back now (up) Turnt the bitch up, now she think she that now This an ARP .300 Blackout Grab all the strikers from the D, bitch, that's Scat Town (Strike Town) Sorry I ain't text you, bae, I had to change the motor (yop) My bitch make me mad again, I'ma change my ho up Hit a nigga in his wig, make him change his fro up Too many people know where I live, had to change my lo' up This the type of shit that make you crash yo' whip (on God) This the type of shit that make you flash your-, man This the type of this shit, hold on, bitch (yeah) Hold on, what I say? Huh, yeah (bitch) This the type of shit that make you crash yo' whip, huh This the type of shit that make you flash the stick I drunk all the lean in my cup, now I'm pissed I know just how to set a nigga up, get a bitch (huh) This the type of shit that make you crash yo' whip, huh (yop) This the type of shit that make you flash the stick (nigga) I drunk all the lean in my cup, now I'm pissed I know just how to set a nigga up, get a bitch (Striker Boys) Striker Gang, Striker Boys, y'all know what it is (yeah) If they really want your whip, they comin' to your crib They wanna hang out the window while I slide the whip Take a striker to the tint shop, bitch, I need five percent Use that same whip to slide down the block (bitch) We ain't doin' donuts this time, we ridin' with the chop It's all bad bitches at the car meet, they all takin' shots (shots, shots) Y'all the Striker Boys? Okay, y'all the one that make 'em hot Alright, y'all the one that make 'em swaps (uh-huh) I'm out of gas, that's the only thing gon' make me stop (on God) Told a bitch to move her hand, she keep tryna make me stop Hellcats and hoes, that's the only thing that make me smile This the type of shit that make you crash yo' whip, huh This the type of shit that make you flash the stick I drunk all the lean in my cup, now I'm pissed I know just how to set a nigga up, get a bitch This the type of shit that make you crash yo' whip, huh This the type of shit that make you flash the stick I drunk all the lean in my cup, now I'm pissed I know just how to set a nigga up, get a bitch
Writer(s): Efrem Jamar Blackwell, Omar Perrin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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