Strykers Lyrics

Uh-oh

Uh-oh

BOM, aye

Dumb ass nigga

Bitch I done went up

I went up

Walk, I went up on these pussy got it right

Bitch I ain't ducking no smoke on my side

Know I got that glitch on the side

Back to back, back that striker huh

Back to back, that striker huh

Back to back, that striker huh

Back to back, that striker huh

Back to back, that striker

Striking bitch I'm dolo living

Striking bitch I'm dolo living

Striking bitch I'm dolo living

Striking bitch I'm dolo living

Dolo Living, living like my brother

Yeah, strapped up with this cutter

Glock got a dick

Tell these niggas we don't do no tussle

I just pour this Act, don't pour no tuss up

Tryna shoot 'em in his face

He think he tough huh

Came straight from the trenches

Yeah I got it out the muscle

Feel like Metro Boomin

Tell these niggas we don't trust em

Pussy, call em -

Wait, I mean Simba

Cold, like December

Choppa got no filter

No I can't surrender

Niggas be my children

Hit from the back no fender

Get 'em touch, like a Kindle

He's a bitch, call em Kendall

Tell these niggas we don't feel them

Hold 85 on em George Kittle

And the zot came purple like skittles

I'll break it down 30 second triller

I'll shoot it for 30 seconds like a triller

Woah

Back to back, that striker huh

Back to back, that striker huh

Back to back, that striker huh

Back to back, that striker huh

Yeah I'm dolo living

Living like my brother

Brand new cutter

Raw, real raw nigga

Know what I'm saying

Walk shit down nigga

Walk

I went up

I went up