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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