Lucky Strike

Lyrics

[Intro: Babyfxce E] (Damn, Contra, that's you?) Yeah It's with an X, nigga We in that mode, nigga No, matter fact, we on that one time, yop Alright (Damn, Contra, you made this shit, boy?) Striker Gang, Striker Boys, all that shit, bitch (it's with an X, nigga) Bitch [Verse 1: Babyfxce E] Huh, bitch, we on that one time Grab the 19 with the belt, that's that one 9 I'm front line with two sticks on me like this Drumline Might knock a nigga out with a verse, bitch, it's a punchline (Bitch) The Charger got hips on it, bitch, catch me out in traffic (Come on) If I ain't in a wide-body, you might catch me in a Caddy Beatin' a bitch down in the back, I told her call me daddy (Bitch) Made it out, but you can still catch me in the trenches (On God) We in Lucky Strike with all hoes and they all poppin' titties Did this independent, so it was different when I copped the pendant (Uh-huh) The Glocky got a switch on it, bro, it be talkin' Spanish (Brrt) I had to cool the chop down, he like to talk to strangers Got into my bitch, but I ain't meant it, it was out of anger (On God) Your bitch be out here eatin' niggas, bro, you gotta tame her (She goin') You hate a ho, I love a ho, bro, why you gotta shame her? (Fuck?) Chopper eatin' niggas up, call him Jeffrey Dame-r Huh, I mean Jeffrey Dahmer (Yop) Walkin' with a hundred thousand in my fuckin' bomber (Bitch) You tryna make another thousand, I'm tryna make a comma, yeah Huh, bitch, it's me, Mike, and 03, bro, we a fuckin' problem [Interlude: 03 Greedo] And I want some commas Yeah, yeah I'm the young nigga with the dollars Yeah, yeah Hello, Key, let me, let me just do me, don't stop nothin', Key Hold up, hahahaha Ayy Young Greedy talkin' shit again From the California up to Michigan In the field and you know I'm finna blitz again Goin' hard on a bitch again Hold on, look, hold— haha Bitch [Verse 2: 03 Greedo] Babyface 03, look like I'm twenty-three RMC on the mic, I'm really makin' cheese I put my seed in a dyke, make that ho a freak I put a P on the knife, now she half a freak That's a half a pill, you know how I feel I do a drill and disappear like I'm Lauryn Hill Like Drummer Gang the Fugees and I'm with a few G's Last night, I caught a DUI, now I'm pourin' seal Naw, for real, naw, for real Passin' on a bad bitch, tell the bitch, "Excuse me" Singin' to a savage, "Favorite Song" from Toosii I'm the first one to swipe, goin' harder than y'all Girlfriend missin', put her on cartons tonight Party's in the good neighborhood, we gon' party tonight All these good drugs finna fuck up your organs at night Got it out the mud like I'm livin' that Oregon life Niggas better duck like I'm livin' that Oregon life I got plenty small soldiers like they be with the Gorgonites [Verse 3: RMC Mike] Forgiatos came offset like I'm with Cardi tonight Celebrate my nigga birthday, let's have a party tonight Gettin' sucked up in the bathroom before I board the flight Bulldog, servin' everything, it's a Georgia night A nigga said he sold bricks, that's a cap life Got two hoes fightin' over dick, that's a catfight Hood nigga cashin' out on jewelery, call that black ice I was told you can make it out if you stack right I got the hood turnt liver than two parties Forgiatos came offset like I knew Cardi I came all black diamonds, this a new Carti' Boosie got them bitches butt-naked, it's a cool party Okay, I spent a couple bands, but I'm a Flint nigga Showed her some shit she never seen like the Big Dipper Told bro hand over the bag, I'm a quick flipper She gon' wanna fuck me after dinner, I'm a big tipper Shout out to the rap game, I made like six figures I cannot fuck you for that long, I'm a big nigga We was wrappin' bricks in the basement like I'm Big Tigger The house I'm tryna relocate to cost six figures Niggas thinkin' small-minded, where the big picture? Bitch gon' fall in love with me 'cause I'm a big spender Fuck around, make her catch the flu 'cause I'm a sick nigga Okay, I fuck with Fifth Ward, but I'm a 6 nigga [Verse 4: DC2Trill] Still up on that Royal Rumble shit, but I got money now (Crete) I'll drop a hundred in his town, nigga, shut it down (Promise) Delta said my bag overweight by like fifteen pounds (Overweight, shawty) I got weed like Meet the Millers, my red be brown Shawty always judge, leave me alone, I need my space like Tom I'm in the cut doin' lines like a fuckin' blonde The only difference is she snort it and I'm pourin' mine That nigga tried to rob a nigga, he had to abort the mission I'm in a mansion pourin' lean, this shit got three kitchens (I'm pourin') He a broke mad fan, nigga, it ain't no tension I'm the Crete general, baby, gotta recognize What's in my styrofoam thick just like her thighs [Outro: DC2Trill] Let me get one more set of adlibs