Striked The Scat

Ayy (Ayy), go (Go, rrr), go (Rrr)

Go (Real Murda Worth shit)

Rrr, rrr-rrr-rrr (I'm talk' 'bout, ****)

Ayy, bitch (Lil bro strike, no, striked the Scat)

How I'm comin'? How I'm rockin'? (The Track' is back)

Go (The Trawkhawk back), I'm turnt up, turnt up, ayy (Trawkhawk, ayy)

Flyin', lil' bro striked the Scat

Ridin', shells make his ass get back

Slidin', we on his head like a tack

Micro Drac', so that bitch fit in a bookbag

It's so much money, she like how I took that (Rrr)

Fillet Mignon, we upped that iron and cooked his ass

Ridin' with a brand new chop' (Ayy)

Ninety-percent, that bitch stolen (Rrr)

At the A.T.M, took out a knot (Rrr)

How you flex five racks? That's bogus (Bogus)

Have 'em screamin' out, "Ah, he shot" (He shot)

And that five-point-seven the coldest (The coldest)

She try to call me Jace!, do a hit, then it's Jason, it's Friday the 13th (Friday the 13th)

Get too much money, I keep movin' crib to crib, they talkin' 'bout murkin' me (Bitch)

Say she love me until she desertin' me

Send 'em up, send that boy up to Mercury

And that bitch she keep lyin' like perjury

I won't cuff, but I might let her flirt with me

We then striked the Scat', this Trackhawk back

Police get on us, desert the bitch

It ain't no hard feelings when **** talk smack, we gon' solve it by tryna hurt the bitch

Don't give a fuck 'bout a image (Image)

And that choppa on me it diminish ****

Bro really got used to spinnin' (Spinnin')

That AR do magic, it's cursin' **** (Cursin' ****)

Shoot him and don't take it personal (Personal)

I might go buy my bitch a lil' purse or two (Rrr)

Get high with the bitch, take a Perc' or two (Rrr)

You could pay me in cash, it's preferable (Rrr)

Flyin', lil' bro striked the Scat

Ridin', shells make his ass get back

Slidin', we on his head like a tack

Micro Drac', so that bitch fit in a bookbag

It's so much money, she like how I took that (Rrr)

Fillet Mignon, we upped that iron and cooked his ass

Ridin' with a brand new chop' (Ayy)

Ninety-percent, that bitch stolen (Rrr)

At the A.T.M, took out a knot (Rrr)

How you flex five racks? That's bogus (Bogus)

Have 'em screamin' out, "Ah, he shot" (He shot)

And that five-point-seven the coldest (The coldest)

She try to call me Jace!, do a hit, then it's Jason, it's Friday the 13th (Friday the 13th)

Get too much money, I keep movin' crib to crib, they talkin' 'bout murkin' me (Bitch)