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sliding - strika lyrics

[intro]

[?] on the track
n*ggas know
hahahaha

[chorus]
f*ck that, i’m riding ’round
i’m sliding ’round, spot opp, i’mma bine him now (grr bow)
six in the spin i’mma slime him out
six in the spin tryna lie him down (let’s go)
f*ck that, i’m riding ’round
i’m sliding ’round, spot opp i’mma bine him now
six in the spin i’mma slime him out
six in the spin tryna lie him down
[verse 1]
told bro “buck a left, at the lights right now” ‘cah i think i see my man (right now)
jump out, fry man, knife man, dice man, spilled bare juice with my right hand (ying him up)
tryna leave man stretched, tryna blow out his guts, ‘cah you know the main goal is to x him (k!ll him)
i love me a dotts or the smith & wesson
anywhere goes for the gang no question (anywhere)
he thought he was tough, so we benched him
left man rеtired from the pitch like bеckham (hahaha)
hold up the waps, we press ’em
rise out the thing and kweff ’em, kweff ’em (bow*bow*bow)
hit the kickback and press it
sh*t, if i have no wap i’ll sheff it
i’m anti p, free smoke for the waterz
anything q get corned up
i came home, seen the smaller one rap
hands on my head, can’t believe it (d*ckhead)
haha, the cheek sh*t
that pr*ck ain’t down for the street sh*t (no he ain’t)
you can lie to the fans, no he ain’t on p*ss
see fear in your eyes when we crashed that whip
then you skrr’d off with your dead friend’s b*tch
last time that i saw one of them
we stretched them bait watch his whole belly glitch
so many got rammed by the bloodclart whip (in the air)
nowadays i’m just tryna get rich (yes )
come find man up in this kitch’ (yes)
still choppin’ snow in this ‘rex
i whipped it right, then i whipped it left
can’t tell me ’bout bando shifts
countless nights i ain’t had no kip (no)
i been settin’ up shop, i might hit your strip (yes)
heard your girl’s bad, i might hit your b*tch (come here)
i like money and f*ck*off sticks
you don’t wanna get hit with the bl!cks (no you don’t)
like, dem man are bad for the chicks (yeah)
like, out in the field you’re a b*tch
i get thrill when i squeeze on sticks
man handle the grip, man strangle the trig’ (bow)
came fresh home, wagwan, what’s goodie? (wag*wan?)
charged up fully, qc bully
man tryna turn a five to a zoobie
like anything p get bun (bow)
free blitz, free yevz
free sus, free wavey (free ’em up)
they don’t wanna’ see the gang go crazy (no they don’t)
they don’t wanna’ see the gang go (gang go)
talk is cheap, we let corn speak (grr pow)
two hands on when the handting beat (grr pow)
h*lla peng gyal wanna’ feel this d
black chucky mode when i feel this glee
anything p rise up and spray
doggystyle ting when i’m d*cking down bae (whoo)
smashed down packs ot, that’s kway
two of them dead, get gone in a day
likkle man shots, you’re f*ckin’ kray
watch my right hand swing with force, insane
i ag bop when i wave and shave
f*ck with the .22’s, more time let’s spray
spot me a opp, let it glee, let it blaze (bow*bow)
one hand on the wheel, one hand on the gauge (bow*bow)
foot on the gas, blow it down in one way (skrr)
foot on the gas, blow it down in one way
[chorus]
f*ck that, i’m riding ’round
i’m sliding ’round, spot opp, i’mma bine him now (grr bow)
six in the spin i’mma slime him out
six in the spin tryna lie him down (let’s go)
f*ck that, i’m riding ’round
i’m sliding ’round, spot opp i’mma bine him now
six in the spin i’mma slime him out
six in the spin tryna lie him down

[verse 2]
out on your block, where’s wally? (where he at?)
two hands on, tryna slap this guri
gang got bodies, pack man properly
gang hop out, everyone play their part
he tried run so i swiped his clarts (whoosh)
and the head top ching by bro from far (get down)
creep in the day, we creep in the dark
grr, baow when the handting bark
free suspect he could be on the charts (yes)
free broadday, that’s a broad day blast (bow)
still out tryna turn man skunk
shave man bald like monk
f*ck dotz and gucci, they turned runtz (silly c*nts)
silly c*nt, silly c*nt
they don’t wanna’ get bucked by my anglo arms or this spinting tucked
old school days, had my shank in my rutch
just do it bad and the g*s do cuts
back*back h*lla cheek, splash, ching (baow)
nowadays h*lla’ boom
foot on the gas ’til she zoom
don’t get whacked while you’re thinking loose (grr bow, grr bow)
on the wing plug him in like fumez
i’m drillin’ on streets way before i made tunes (yes i was)
we sweep a man up no broom
all h*ll break loose when i step in the room (yeah)
and we don’t know about fish o filet
we jump out drill it, we jump out k!ll it (woosh)
and we don’t know about fish o filet
we jump out drill it, we jump out k!ll it (jump out k!ll it)
jump out cl!ck it, jump out wig it
jump out cl!ck it, jump out wig it (wig it)
[chorus]
f*ck that, i’m riding ’round
i’m sliding ’round, spot opp i’mma bine him now (grr bow)
six in the spin i’mma slime him out
six in the spin tryna lie him down (let’s go)
f*ck that, i’m riding ’round
i’m sliding ’round, spot opp i’mma bine him now
six in the spin i’mma slime him out
six in the spin tryna lie him down
f*ck that, i’m riding ’round
i’m sliding ’round, spot opp i’mma bine him now
six in the spin i’mma slime him out
six in the spin tryna lie him down
f*ck that, i’m riding ’round
i’m sliding ’round, spot opp i’mma bine him now
six in the spin i’mma slime him out
six in the spin tryna lie him down

- strika lyrics

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