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Ridin Strikers Lyrics by Future Future
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Riding strikers
Hotbox shit, it's that hotbox shit
I'm gonna cut 'em
Riding strikers good, yeah
Riding strikers in the hood, nigga
Riding strikers through your hood yeah
Ridin' strikers through your hood, yeah
Fuck a title, you got that rifle, you need to ride striker
Go for the Ferrari, a Spider, man, I had to ride striker
I taught my young niggas how to slide, go and get a striker
I put my young bitch in a G-Wag' she ridin' strikers
I go to Jamaica then tag 'em with a hundred snipers
I dip the ice and go I step out icy, frozen
I hit professional I have deja vu, I know
I'm gettin' my decimals I'm going digital
Spazzin' in Jimmy Choo, bagged up plentiful
Tell me how I'm supposed to be sober in my interview?
Last night I was growing up
Took flight, I've been going up
Passport and we going up like some animals
Addied up and I'm gassed up, change the temperature
Triple rows, tall hoes, they identical
Minute Maid, Hi-Tech splash
Drug raids got me cold, got me cocky
Can't stand it, won't enjoy life if it ain't toxic
Cuban links, walkin' on ice, I don't play hockey
I was trained standin' on Front Street and I'm saucy
High profile superstar, codeine coughing
Cop a Porsche, cop a Range Rover, it's King Jaffe
Kick a door, smokin' sherm sticks, take Oxys
Piss poor, we sticking together like
King Kong, I'm taking drugs out my body
Insane, inside my brain and my posse
Riding strikers good, yeah
Riding strikers in the hood, nigga
Riding strikers good, yeah
Ridin' strikers in the hood, nigga
Fuck a title, you got that rifle, you need to ride striker
Go for the Ferrari, a Spider, man, I had to ride striker
I taught my young niggas how to slide, go and get a striker
I put my young bitch in a G-Wag she ridin' strikers
Riding strikers good
The police need your help in tracking down a suspect
In a bank robbery this morning on the city's north side
According to police, the suspect walked into the bank about nine this morning
Went straight to one of the tellers, handed over a note that said
'Put money in bag'
pouring up drank
now I'm robbin' me a bank
fucking on foreign
that bitch with you ain't
whippin' up foreign
drive it like a tank
pouring up drank
'bout to rob me a bank
smokin' on pressure
straight out a pound
crazy-ass shooter
sprayin' in the crowd
kill 'em on sight
still go to trial
nigga get life
been scarred as a child
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