HOLSTRIKE

Lusyd

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Count up all the green, yea
Pockets fat like Kenan
Bars hot, I'm on Demon
Yo' thot for the team, yea
Damn
Got no heart like Tin Man
Like Woodstock, I got ten bands
Slide (Hey)
Slide (What)
Slide (What)
Slide (What)
Slide
Got a bitch, she a ten, I strike
I don't miss, besides
I strike
Like a bullet
No Syndrome, I'm hitting them eyes
Hit your top, like a mullet
That mean I ain't picking no sides
I be beating up beats like bully
Power in my hands, but I don't really want it
Sometimes I don't even know my strength
Gotta hold myself back, I'm a whole catapult
F*ck
Incredible, like Hulk, f*ck
Plug, I be copping in bulk, f*ck
I just be high like a hawk, f*ck
(Hold on, yea)
I just be fly like stork
I just be high like I'm Tony Stark
I be shooting at the sky, I be aiming at stars
When I strike it, I kill 'em, ain't leaving no scars
Alright? Okay (I was tryna strike shit)
She was tryna ride this dick
I don't write my own shit
Cause I don't even write shit
Grrr! Uh
Grrr! Uh
Uh Uh
Hold on
Let me get in my bag real quick, real quick
Strike, I ain't never miss, uh
Pray they never diss, uh
'Cause then they prey, I strike that shit
Yea, I think that I'm too lit (Think that I'm too lit)
I been tweakin', think I'm too damn hit, huh
My holster too damn big
My pants hold two big ass sticks
Lil bro, he wan' be just like me
Parents got two badass kids
She got me wet, she gotta wipe me down like Boosie Badazz, bih
Bad as a bitch, she too damn thick
She toot that shit
She drop it low
She drop the lo'
Then we come through, then loot that shit
She wanna ride, yea I scoop that, uh
Taught her everything she know, had to school that
Going in slow when I screw that shit
(Going in slow when I screw that shit)
LUSYD
OD every time I do that shit
Losing
I don't even fucking know how to do that shit
Loose
Who the f*ck let me escape from the zoo?
Who the f*ck let me go ape in the booth?
And let me spit these bars like the beat ain't edible
Eat it up (Geekin' out)
I eat it up
Eat it up
I eat 'em up (Grrr!)
Can't play me, I'm an automated piano
Popping out the pan, a nigga heating up
She gon' need to pop a Plan if she don't eat it up
Niggas better stop playing, I'm T'ing up
Tone don't need 'tune like huh (What?)
Bad bitch, cat wet, like Katrina
(Shorty wet like the ocean)
Dam
Shorty wet like the ocean

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Written by: LUSYD, LUSYD L

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