BTA

Lyrics

[Intro] (Striker Radio) (ARP Jody) (SJ, ha) (It's Seal Team 6, TooManyStrikers, nigga) (Its TooManyStrikers, nigga, yea) (Shit TooManyStrikers, nigga) [Chorus] Plays asking what's my E-T-A, I'm jumping out putting B-T-A You fall, you fucked, that's the end of the day These 7.62s be saving my day I'm completing my mission and getting away Bruh spanking they ass in a high-speed chase Put this bitch in my coat, I don't tote on my waist I was feeling that tension, had to hop out with Drac' I was feeling that tension, had to hop out with P I'm chasing niggas down, I don't shoot on my knee In that car with that shit just tryna wet me a tee And I'm cracking their ass, tell the judge free Lee We could slide right now, just pass me the key (Striker Radio) He ain't getting away 'til I catch me a B Can't shoot out no whip, like to get on my feet Had to fuck up the Creek then I post up the Snee [Verse] Jumping lanes in that strike', see lights then I flee Still two or more hits, tell the judge "free Kee" He got shot in his shit and it went through his glasses This bitch tryna fuck told me lift up my mask This bitch tryna fuck, so I pull down my pants I be trappin' and shootin', I don't know how to scam He a hot-ass nigga like OTF Jam Had to pop me a ten just to get in my jam I don't know what he on, might got to switch on my man And this bitch on my dick, I don't be fucking on fans Ten back in this bitch with a brand new switch Just keep on shooting, reload my clip I be fly as a bitch, might spin in some Rick The Feds on my dick, had to switch up the whip Got too much motion, I don't ride in no Lyft That P on my hip, I just work it and hit [Chorus] Plays asking what's my E-T-A, I'm jumping out putting B-T-A (Striker Radio) You fall, you fucked, that's the end of the day (SJ, ha) These 7.62s be saving my day I'm completing my mission and getting away Bruh spanking they ass in a high-speed chase Put this bitch in my coat, I don't tote on my waist I was feeling that tension, had to hop out with Drac' I was feeling that tension, had to hop out with P I'm chasing niggas down, I don't shoot on my knee In that car with that shit just tryna wet me a tee And I'm cracking their ass, tell the judge free Lee We could slide right now, just pass me the key He ain't getting away 'til I catch me a B Can't shoot out no whip, like to get on my feet Had to fuck up the Creek then I post up the Snee