Ridin Strikers

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Riding strikers
 Hotbox shit, gonna hotbox (Pluto)
 I'm gonna cut 'em (You got somethin' to bring)
 Riding strikers good, yeah
 Riding strikers through the hood
 Riding strikers through your hood (Ridin' strikers through), yeah
 Ridin' strikers through your hood, yeah
 Fuck a title, you got that rifle, you need to ride striker
 Go for the Ferrari, a Spider, man, I had to ride striker
 I taught my young niggas how to slide, go and get a striker
 I put my young bitch in a G-Wag' she ridin' striker
 I go to Jamaica then tag 'em with a hundred snipers
 I dip the ice and go (Woo), I step out icy, frozen (Woo)
 I hit professional (Woo), I have déjà vu, I know (Woo)
 I'm gettin' my decimals (Woo), I'm going digital
 Spazzin' in Jimmy Choo, bagged up plentiful
 Tell me how I'm supposed to be sober in my interview (sober)
 Last night I was growing up (I was in Fendi too)
 Took flight, I've been going up (That's a ritual)
 Passport and we going up like some animals
 Addied up and I'm gassed up, change the temperature
 Triple rows, tall hoes, they identical
 Minute Maid, Hi-Tech splash (Goin' crazy)
 Drug raids got me cold, got me cocky (Ahh)
 Can't stand it, won't enjoy life if it ain't toxic
 Cuban links, walking on ice, I don't play hockey
 I was trained standin' on Front Street and I'm saucy
 High profile superstar, codeine coughing
 Cop a Porsche, cop a Range Rover, it's King Jaffe
 Kick a door, smokin' sherm sticks, take Oxys
 Piss poor, we sticking together like (Gang)
 King Kong, I'm taking drugs out my body
 Insane, inside my brain and my posse
 Riding strikers good, yeah
 Riding strikers in the hood
 Riding strikers good, yeah
 Ridin' strikers in the hood, yeah
 Fuck a title, you got that rifle, you need to ride striker (Striker)
 Go for the Ferrari, a Spider, man, I had to ride striker (Striker)
 I taught my young niggas how to slide, go and get a striker
 I put my young bitch in a G-Wag' she ridin' striker (Strike)
 Riding strikers good
 Riding strikers through your hood, yeah
 Riding strikers through
 Riding strikers through the hood, nigga
 Yeah, riding strikers through your hood, yeah
 The police need your help in tracking down a suspect
 In a bank robbery this morning on the city's north side
 According to police,
 The suspect walked into the bank about nine this morning
 Went straight to one of the tellers, handed over a note that said
 "Put money in bag"
 Hold on, pouring up drank
 Hold on, now I'm robbin' me a bank
 Hold on, fucking on foreign
 Hold on, that bitch with you ain't
 Hold on, whippin' up foreign
 Hold on, drive it like a tank
 Hold on, pouring up drank
 Hold on, 'bout to rob me a bank
 Hold on, smokin' on pressure
 Hold on, straight out a pound
 Hold on, crazy-ass shooter (Crazy-ass shooter)
 Hold on, sprayin' in the crowd (Sprayin' in the crowd)
 Hold on, kill 'em on sight
 Hold on, still go to trial
 Hold on, nigga get life
 Hold on, been scarred as a child
 Hold on, rob me a bank
 Rob me a bank
 Hold on
 

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Duration
03:45
Key
1
Tempo
162 BPM

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