Strick Lyrics

You just, you just, you just back it up, back it up, could you back it up, could you just

Could you just, just back it up

Born sinner, she a whole born sinner

I got sins on my mind, yeah you get the picture

I be running through the klips and the bullets get bigger as I shoot them out the division

I'm out to make a killing for riches

I'm out to reach the ceiling for bitches

I'm out to get the feeling you missing

I'm about to make everything glisten

I'm shouting like a kid on Christmas, yeah

I want you on your knees, go ahead and take my children

Dicking her down in the building, hope you like when I'm building up my confusions and confessions

I'm realer than the realest man you've ever met

If it's not me yet, then the fuck is you doing

I keep on rooting for foe cause that's what I'm shooting

Passwords unlocked, she do her dance

I tell her come here you thot, and why you mad

Had her toes in the rocks, aka the sans

You either want a boat or a yacht, when you bad

Damn lil' bro want toes on his cock he a fan

I don't give a fuck about what you ran through with, I got the can

I can fall off a whole entire cliff and they wouldn't give two shits about what happened to my hat

Everything you do becomes a relapse

I can't fuck with average bitches when there's some sea bass

These fishes ain't making up for what I want and I'm getting mad

I need everything, I need little dabs

I need pictures passed

Sound like Drizzy, damn, my wrist in a cast

He gives me chances, they don't believe in casino probably cause I'm the package

She fucking with my bandwidth, yeah

I got bands and they got widths and you can't stand it

I got candles and they all lit from the wick standing, yeah

Switch up the flow, I ain't no fan, I done created this shit

Bitches a whole band with both hands, she's the opposite of sick

Every trick is a strick, I wrote damn cause I got piles of lids

I need something so you did it

I don't put my hand on the Bible, I'm finished

Until she's finished then I'm out of the picture, wicked

Pulling out the kill switch, let you feel it

You fucking with my bandwidth, yeah

I got bands and they got whips and you can't stand it

I got candles now lit from the wick standing, yeah

Switch up the flow, I ain't no fan, I done created their shit

Bitches a whole band with both hands, she's the opposite of sick

Every trick is a strick, I wrote damn cause I got piles of lids

I need something so you did it

I don't put my hand on the Bible, I'm finished

Until she's finished then I'm out of the picture, wicked

Pulling out the kill switch, let you feel it

Damn it, different climates

I can't get out of this habitat they hiding

I wanna shoot them in they head but they biting

So every time that I go to do it, they whining

Why I can't figure out the time in a certain situation

Switch up the flow, I ain't no fan, I done created their shit

Bitches a whole band with both hands, she's the opposite of sick

Every trick is a strick, I wrote damn cause I got piles of lids

I need something so you did it

I don't put my hand on the Bible, I'm finished

Until she's finished then I'm out of the picture, wicked