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critical 3.0 - striker (y.acg) lyrics

[intro]
drill squad
up front on the pitch, i’m striking, dem man talk when the clarts get knifed him
k6
them hospital boys look tired, i saw him drop and i couldn’t stop smiling
they banned half of my batch from gate, cah the gang’s in love with sliding

[verse 1]
pablo got it x2 (it’s madd)
chubz nearly died from his wounds (sh-t)
whiteboy got it too
and cory got put in a zoot (-sound fx of smoking weed-)
savbo nearly got packed i still don’t know how he’s making tunes (f-cking d-ckhead)
if bro didn’t run out of bells the spin ting would’ve left ismail juiced (bow bow)
they’re gonna hear the truth, don’t try tell me i’m lying (do it)
i’ll front in the pitch, i’m striking, dem man talk when the clarts get knifed him (d-ckheads)
them hospital boys look tired, i saw him drop and i couldn’t stop smiling (haha)
they banned half of my batch from gate, cah the gang’s in love with sliding (gang)
the 6th got unlimited shotguns (bow bow)
ayy deep this shank its from my kitch’, this b-tch is a long one (ching)
put two in the sawn-off dotty and i bet it’ll drop one (come on)
my bro’s done taped that off then come back to the block like you man we got one (my n-ggas)
if you ain’t done sh-t for your block
how can you still try rep it (are you mad?)
on the gram, he was talking reckless
next day, i soak man down like tek dis, how did he not get deaded!? (f-cksake)

[hook x2]
just done one paigon dirty, now i’m in the hooptiy cutting (skrrt)
seen nuff man skeeting and shoving, let’s turn this scene disgusting (why you running)
they snitch when they get stretched out, can put that sh-t on my mothers (mums)
splash and brag i love it, do up your chest and stomach (splash dat!)

[verse 2]
32 spin what where? you’re wet, your cv is way too dead (d-ckhead)
you ain’t got no bells for the hand ting, so we slid with our shanks instead
they jumped on road cah their friend them dead
dem man get cheffed right and left
i’ve [?] is f-cking ments, i’ll take your sh-t and do it again
me and k6 on the dock it’s ments, they gave man bail, but they threw him in pen (f-ck the jakes)
look at the t–th on this r-ssclart rambo, this sh-t will leave man drenched (ching)
this bad b gonna get pressed, she don’t even mind holding bells for the 10
how did my man make newham hot? had to scratch my head like when (d-ckhead)
how many man got shot? how many man got got on their block? (victim gang)
dem man trip and drop, they scream and raw when their flesh gets chopped
how can you be so washed? their pushing in blades in their bredrins tops
just saw armed response on their block, but we’re still on the glide with 2 in the dots

- striker y acg lyrics

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