Striker Class (feat. Babyfxce E)

(Marc Boomin, this you?)

Hmm

It's Thirty, come on

What up, E?

What up, Marc Boomin?

Huh, I got an automatic chop, it's gon' shoot itself

Huh, I just bust down a fresh brick, I'm finna move myself, huh

That **** runnin' out of pape', I think he losin' health, huh

I'm done uppin' Glocks on ****, I'ma use a belt

Yeah, huh, I got some ass to beat, huh

This bitch give me everything, but she get half from me, huh

I got another bitch to fuck, you gettin' half of me, huh

Mike just passed me a 30, I'm takin' half of it

Huh, I'm in this bitch with Baby E, let's have a striker class

Huh, you need a ProPad to get in, that's like a striker pass

Huh, I think of everything I say, I don't be writin' raps

Huh, I don't like the shit you text me, I ain't writin' back

The pint of Wock' be sparrin' with Clarissa, ain't no fightin' back

Hellcat, I'm slidin' that and I'm in a Nike mask

**** duck when them .223s get to flying past

Every song you heard me on, ****, I wasn't writin' that

Oh, they came and striked your shit? You gon' have to buy it back

Everybody just got the neck from her because her body ass

Maar just walked in with the chop in a mini body bag

I know a shop that be choppin' shit, that bitch a karate class

Dog was talkin' choppy 'til we posted a vid of him

Wait 'til I drop my chain, ****, I spent a crib on it

Stomach-shot with the four-five, he probably won't live from it

He don't trust me around his bitch, he think we did something

Huh, I'm in here tryna do my verse, my car still runnin'

Huh, I just walked in with a ladder, I'm tryna build something

I built the Hellcat I got, you tryna steal something

I'm in here with the SRT boys, I feel a reel comin'

Huh, I feel like E brother today, just call me Maar

Huh, fuck a twenty-vs-one, let's do car-v-car

When I rap, I paint pics, you know, bars be art

Huh, yeah, a Charger sound cool, but you can't dodge a dart

Huh, you just stole your brother door, you tryna hide his part

Huh, your bitch stay in a bonnet, she tryna hide her part

Huh, my brother keep a tester with him, he a diamond shark

Huh, I told the bitch we not fuckin', she can't find her chart

Hold the money down by my leg 'cause it's far apart

You can bring your bitch around the gang, but they all sharks

Huh, I can drop a tape today, bro, they all chart

Slow them bitches down, we on his block before they all park

Yeah, got the city turnt, bitch, it's August 10th

Bitch throwin' that ass on me, she twerking on the fifth

The stick hangin' out the Gen5, she thought it was my dick

Ain't no more bullets in the clip, then hit him with the stick

Catch him on his 9 to 5, he need another shift, huh

Bro, I just poured the drank, who askin' for a sip?

Bro 'nem got hella chains on, they askin' who he is

Quit askin' me if I fucked the ho, you need to ask your bitch