Babymurda - Strike Brew Lyrics

Ayy, put that Glock up on his ass If I catch a opp, I'm bound to blow it
It's gon' be real bad, caught him at the school Them niggas ran, boy, they hella fast
He dissed on E4H, now he gon' die And, bitch, I stamp that (on gang)
I pop out with two guns, like I'm Pete But I'm double G

If they would've caught me at that mall, they would've been deceased
We beat that nigga up, down in the fleet, he disrespect D.B
I bang for K, you diss the gang, nigga, then you D.I.E
I heard you on my head, but I ain't dead, I still live on the West

And we're the ones who spin and hop out, getcha, put your ass to rest
How the f*ck they dissin'? He got faced,go get your get back
This nigga shot himself up in his leg, boy you not like that
I'm smokin' on the Glock, my lungs hurt, but I just fight back

Pass the wood to smash, he keep on chokin', that's that opp pack
Me and Black be backstabbin' and shit, that's my slime twin
Me and stixks roll up, then go spin, that's my spin twin
Hop out by that V, chase him down, make him use his feet

Double down 23, postin' on the south, know we front street
Free y'all papa, I'd ask him if he'd bang for K with a V
I don't leave a nigga six feet, I don't shock you when a snake's posted in the teeth
Damn, them bullets hot, it's time to fill that nigga up

7-6 juice, left the body stoned
KTS on this bitch, man, f*ck it with us
You bitch on the case, better have it towed
10mm, hit that boy, I ride open, it's fine

Call the man that stole all of these jeans
It's 3AM, I'm ready to spin
I got a GM twin, got the Drake bang, man
5'6, 8, that boy, that was yesterday

The way he was tryin' to eat that plate