Striked The Scat
๐ต 2009 characters
โฑ๏ธ 1:49 duration
๐ ID: 14385591
๐ Lyrics
Ayy, go, go (Ayy, brr, brr)
Go, go, go, brr, brr, brr (Real Murda Worth shit)
Ayy, bitch, how I'm comin', how I'm rockin'
Go, I'm turnt up, turnt up, ayy
Flyin', lil' bro striked the Scat
Ridin', shells make his ass get back
Slidin', we on his head like a tack
Micro Drac' so that bitch fit in a bookbag
It's so much money, she like how I took that
Fillet Mignon, we upped that iron and cooked his ass
Ridin' with a brand new chop
Ninety-percent, that bitch stolen
At the A.T.M, took out a knot
How you flex five racks? That's bogus
Have 'em screamin' out, Ah, he shot
And that five-point-seven the coldest
She try to call me Jace!
Do a hit, then it's Jason, it's Friday the 13th
Get too much money, I keep movin' crib to crib
They talkin' 'bout murkin' me
Say she love me until she desertin' me
Send 'em up, send that boy up to Mercury
And that bitch she keep lyin' like perjury
I won't cuff but I might let 'er flirt with me
We then striked the Scat', this Trackhawk back
Police get on us, desert the bitch
Ain't no hard feelings when niggas talk smack
We gon' solve it by tryna hurt the bitch
Don't give a fuck 'bout a image
And that choppa on me it diminish niggas
Bro really got used to spinnin'
That A.R. do magic, it's cursin' niggas
Shoot him and don't take it personal
I might go buy my bitch a lil' purse or two
Get high with the bitch, take a Perc' or two
You could pay me in cash, preferable
Flyin', lil' bro striked the Scat
Ridin', shells make his ass get back
Slidin', we on his head like a tack
Micro Drac' so that bitch fit in a bookbag
It's so much money, she like how I took that
Fillet Mignon, we upped that iron and cooked his ass
Ridin' with a brand new chop'
Ninety-percent, that bitch stolen
At the A.T.M, took out a knot
How you flex five racks? That's bogus
Have 'em screamin' out, "Ah, he shot"
And that five-point-seven the coldest
She try to call me Jace!
Do a hit, then it's Jason, it's Friday the 13th
Get too much money, I keep movin' crib to crib
They talkin' 'bout murkin' me
Go, go, go, brr, brr, brr (Real Murda Worth shit)
Ayy, bitch, how I'm comin', how I'm rockin'
Go, I'm turnt up, turnt up, ayy
Flyin', lil' bro striked the Scat
Ridin', shells make his ass get back
Slidin', we on his head like a tack
Micro Drac' so that bitch fit in a bookbag
It's so much money, she like how I took that
Fillet Mignon, we upped that iron and cooked his ass
Ridin' with a brand new chop
Ninety-percent, that bitch stolen
At the A.T.M, took out a knot
How you flex five racks? That's bogus
Have 'em screamin' out, Ah, he shot
And that five-point-seven the coldest
She try to call me Jace!
Do a hit, then it's Jason, it's Friday the 13th
Get too much money, I keep movin' crib to crib
They talkin' 'bout murkin' me
Say she love me until she desertin' me
Send 'em up, send that boy up to Mercury
And that bitch she keep lyin' like perjury
I won't cuff but I might let 'er flirt with me
We then striked the Scat', this Trackhawk back
Police get on us, desert the bitch
Ain't no hard feelings when niggas talk smack
We gon' solve it by tryna hurt the bitch
Don't give a fuck 'bout a image
And that choppa on me it diminish niggas
Bro really got used to spinnin'
That A.R. do magic, it's cursin' niggas
Shoot him and don't take it personal
I might go buy my bitch a lil' purse or two
Get high with the bitch, take a Perc' or two
You could pay me in cash, preferable
Flyin', lil' bro striked the Scat
Ridin', shells make his ass get back
Slidin', we on his head like a tack
Micro Drac' so that bitch fit in a bookbag
It's so much money, she like how I took that
Fillet Mignon, we upped that iron and cooked his ass
Ridin' with a brand new chop'
Ninety-percent, that bitch stolen
At the A.T.M, took out a knot
How you flex five racks? That's bogus
Have 'em screamin' out, "Ah, he shot"
And that five-point-seven the coldest
She try to call me Jace!
Do a hit, then it's Jason, it's Friday the 13th
Get too much money, I keep movin' crib to crib
They talkin' 'bout murkin' me
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:05.98] Ayy, go, go (Ayy, brr, brr)
[00:08.83] Go, go, go, brr, brr, brr (Real Murda Worth shit)
[00:11.49] Ayy, bitch, how I'm comin', how I'm rockin'
[00:15.75] Go, I'm turnt up, turnt up, ayy
[00:18.26] Flyin', lil' bro striked the Scat
[00:20.01] Ridin', shells make his ass get back
[00:21.78] Slidin', we on his head like a tack
[00:23.57] Micro Drac' so that bitch fit in a bookbag
[00:25.29] It's so much money, she like how I took that
[00:26.81] Fillet Mignon, we upped that iron and cooked his ass
[00:28.70] Ridin' with a brand new chop
[00:30.22] Ninety-percent, that bitch stolen
[00:31.99] At the A.T.M, took out a knot
[00:33.46] How you flex five racks? That's bogus
[00:35.32] Have 'em screamin' out, Ah, he shot
[00:36.93] And that five-point-seven the coldest
[00:38.95] She try to call me Jace!
[00:40.00] Do a hit, then it's Jason, it's Friday the 13th
[00:42.31] Get too much money, I keep movin' crib to crib
[00:44.04] They talkin' 'bout murkin' me
[00:45.60] Say she love me until she desertin' me
[00:47.24] Send 'em up, send that boy up to Mercury
[00:48.12] And that bitch she keep lyin' like perjury
[00:50.97] I won't cuff but I might let 'er flirt with me
[00:52.31] We then striked the Scat', this Trackhawk back
[00:54.13] Police get on us, desert the bitch
[00:55.62] Ain't no hard feelings when niggas talk smack
[00:57.63] We gon' solve it by tryna hurt the bitch
[00:59.51] Don't give a fuck 'bout a image
[01:00.94] And that choppa on me it diminish niggas
[01:02.78] Bro really got used to spinnin'
[01:04.41] That A.R. do magic, it's cursin' niggas
[01:06.38] Shoot him and don't take it personal
[01:07.88] I might go buy my bitch a lil' purse or two
[01:09.75] Get high with the bitch, take a Perc' or two
[01:11.34] You could pay me in cash, preferable
[01:13.29] Flyin', lil' bro striked the Scat
[01:14.94] Ridin', shells make his ass get back
[01:16.61] Slidin', we on his head like a tack
[01:18.29] Micro Drac' so that bitch fit in a bookbag
[01:20.15] It's so much money, she like how I took that
[01:21.62] Fillet Mignon, we upped that iron and cooked his ass
[01:23.52] Ridin' with a brand new chop'
[01:25.14] Ninety-percent, that bitch stolen
[01:26.78] At the A.T.M, took out a knot
[01:28.34] How you flex five racks? That's bogus
[01:30.18] Have 'em screamin' out, "Ah, he shot"
[01:31.84] And that five-point-seven the coldest
[01:33.64] She try to call me Jace!
[01:34.99] Do a hit, then it's Jason, it's Friday the 13th
[01:37.19] Get too much money, I keep movin' crib to crib
[01:38.75] They talkin' 'bout murkin' me
[01:39.84]
[00:08.83] Go, go, go, brr, brr, brr (Real Murda Worth shit)
[00:11.49] Ayy, bitch, how I'm comin', how I'm rockin'
[00:15.75] Go, I'm turnt up, turnt up, ayy
[00:18.26] Flyin', lil' bro striked the Scat
[00:20.01] Ridin', shells make his ass get back
[00:21.78] Slidin', we on his head like a tack
[00:23.57] Micro Drac' so that bitch fit in a bookbag
[00:25.29] It's so much money, she like how I took that
[00:26.81] Fillet Mignon, we upped that iron and cooked his ass
[00:28.70] Ridin' with a brand new chop
[00:30.22] Ninety-percent, that bitch stolen
[00:31.99] At the A.T.M, took out a knot
[00:33.46] How you flex five racks? That's bogus
[00:35.32] Have 'em screamin' out, Ah, he shot
[00:36.93] And that five-point-seven the coldest
[00:38.95] She try to call me Jace!
[00:40.00] Do a hit, then it's Jason, it's Friday the 13th
[00:42.31] Get too much money, I keep movin' crib to crib
[00:44.04] They talkin' 'bout murkin' me
[00:45.60] Say she love me until she desertin' me
[00:47.24] Send 'em up, send that boy up to Mercury
[00:48.12] And that bitch she keep lyin' like perjury
[00:50.97] I won't cuff but I might let 'er flirt with me
[00:52.31] We then striked the Scat', this Trackhawk back
[00:54.13] Police get on us, desert the bitch
[00:55.62] Ain't no hard feelings when niggas talk smack
[00:57.63] We gon' solve it by tryna hurt the bitch
[00:59.51] Don't give a fuck 'bout a image
[01:00.94] And that choppa on me it diminish niggas
[01:02.78] Bro really got used to spinnin'
[01:04.41] That A.R. do magic, it's cursin' niggas
[01:06.38] Shoot him and don't take it personal
[01:07.88] I might go buy my bitch a lil' purse or two
[01:09.75] Get high with the bitch, take a Perc' or two
[01:11.34] You could pay me in cash, preferable
[01:13.29] Flyin', lil' bro striked the Scat
[01:14.94] Ridin', shells make his ass get back
[01:16.61] Slidin', we on his head like a tack
[01:18.29] Micro Drac' so that bitch fit in a bookbag
[01:20.15] It's so much money, she like how I took that
[01:21.62] Fillet Mignon, we upped that iron and cooked his ass
[01:23.52] Ridin' with a brand new chop'
[01:25.14] Ninety-percent, that bitch stolen
[01:26.78] At the A.T.M, took out a knot
[01:28.34] How you flex five racks? That's bogus
[01:30.18] Have 'em screamin' out, "Ah, he shot"
[01:31.84] And that five-point-seven the coldest
[01:33.64] She try to call me Jace!
[01:34.99] Do a hit, then it's Jason, it's Friday the 13th
[01:37.19] Get too much money, I keep movin' crib to crib
[01:38.75] They talkin' 'bout murkin' me
[01:39.84]