[Lyric] Strike (C3 Official)

He like to fight he gon fight for his life
Spun the
If we here squeaking we killing the mice
He playing with us then he playing with life
Whipping the bowl and its white like some rice
Btch I am high up but i am no kite
I turn on his btch like i turn on a light
Stay with the strap i am not talking dyke
Come here lil boy we taking yo bike
I kill shit like Myers but i am not Myke
Whenever they see me they run out of sight
They screaming and yelling it sound like a strike
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Finessed by my bitch boy you can't even count
They really ain't gangster just did it for clout
Her ass clapped three times like a mount
Drop a bag on his head ngga Fck the amount
Came from the bottom but i'm at the top
Had to slow down the beat when i see me a opp
Got a bad lil hoe she gon send me drop
If he open up shop his ass getting popped
These bitches they hate me im curving
Why you lying about trapping you not even serving
Flexing lil ass money like what is the purpose
Caught no body that your gun is a virgin
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