striker - skrilla lyrics
[intro]
(mobleyyy)
ah ah, ah ah
yeah, it’s me
ah ah, ah ah
[chorus]
maison margiela drippin’ when i’m in the striker (margiela)
i put yuri denim fabrics on her ’cause i like her (d*mn)
i keep glocky by my side no i am not a fighter (d*mn)
i keep poppin’ percocets i’m just tryna get lil higher
i put vvs on my wrist
and i put cc on my b*tch
and i put belt to ass, n*ggas think that they can hop out bl!ck (oh my god)
b*tch i’m bippin’ in the striker, i feel like i’m tony (in the striker)
touch out, pull over a n*gga then i’m getting boney (skrrt)
[verse]
brodie caught on camera red headed 3d on sony (d*mn)
dt’s pulled him out, he told, no he is not my homie (oh my god)
yeah we caught him down bad and wet him on his lonely (come here)
that’s why we smoking… that body need a phony (get him, get him)
brodie park the whippa, let me hop out i’m goin’ shoot him (the whippa)
you link ’cause he was a shoota, so you a recruiter (what the f*ck?)
b*tch we smokin’ yadamean, ya we had to do ’em (yadamean)
n*ggas think i ain’t no k!ller ’cause the way i’m bippin
n*ggas thought i was a p*ssy ’cause the sh*t i’m drippin’ (what the f*ck?)
n*ggas thought this was a johnny, n*gga you was trippin’ (trippin’)
maybe ’cause the way i whippin’, track hawk growl and spittin’
engine (grr, grr, grr), that sh*t started trippin’ (uh… d*mn)
[chorus]
maison margiela drippin’ when i’m in the striker
i put yuri denim fabrics on her ’cause i like her
i keep glocky by my side no i am not a fighter
i keep poppin’ percocets i’m just tryna get lil higher
i put vvs on my wrist
and i put cc on my b*tch
and i put belt to ass, n*ggas think that they can hop out bl!ck
b*tch i’m bippin’ in the striker, i feel like i’m tony
touch out, pull over a n*gga then i’m getting boney
[chorus]
maison margiela drippin’ when i’m in the striker (margiela)
i put yuri denim fabrics on her ’cause i like her (yuri denim)
i keep glocky by my side no i am not a fighter
i keep poppin’ percocets i’m just tryna get lil higher
i put vvs on my wrist
and i put cc on my b*tch (swear to god)
and i put belt to ass, n*ggas think that they can hop out bl!ck (hop out, hop out)
b*tch i’m bippin’ in the striker, i feel like i’m tony (on my lonely)
touch out, pull over a n*gga then i’m getting boney (boney)
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