Players f*ck up all the time
(Mmm-mm, mmm-mmm-mmm)
(Uh-uh)
(Grrahh, grrahh-grrahh)
Uh (Uh-uhh, uhh-uhhhhh-uh)
Lil5iveten, Lil5iveten
Uh (Uh-uhh, uhh-uhhhhh-uh)
Lil5iveten, Lil5iveten
Im So Slimee
Blicky, i'ma tuck in the holster
Stand-over
Damn, now it's over
I'ma put his ass under
Pack loud like some thunder (Gas-gas)
That shit had a strike bitch like some f*ckin' lightning
I was tryna strike shit like a match, yeah
And i'm with yo' bitch, she eat dick like Ms. Pac (Yeah)
We in the car, no seatbelt but we strapped (Yeah)
You show off, get clapped (Yeah)
Pop out the cut, who that? (Yeah)
Like Saran, it's a wrap (Yeah)
I got the drac' with me shootin' like a Raptor
I really know how to rap, yeah
But I ain't a rapper, i'm a artist
I'ma draw then aim at a target
If I catch one in the market
He tryna run, get hit with the V', i'ma park him
Take off his crown, i'm flawless
It's a victory
Make his ass disappear, he a mystery
That nigga ain't tuff, he a bitch to me
Gun flash, you better not pick with me
Blicky, i'ma tuck in the holster
Stand-over
Damn, now it's over
I'ma put his ass under
Pack loud like some thunder (Gas-gas)
That shit had a strike bitch like some f*ckin' lightning
I was tryna strike shit like a match, yeah
And i'm with yo' bitch, she eat dick like Ms. Pac (Yeah)
She listen to Sexyy Red, i'll take her to Poundtown
Monday night thru Friday night, Raw, she let me Smackdown
Nigga try to run up, grrahh, make him backdown
Drac' in the bag, sprayground
Slam at him, takedown
I'ma spark a eighth, now
F*ck it, spark a pound
Wait, now
Hold up, like a dumbell
I'ma lift it, shoulders
He gettin' chipped like poker
Now, he stretched out like yoga
Bitch, i'm protein like YoGurt
Knock out his brain, i'll leave his shit on the floor
Now, it look like Peach Cobbler
Bitch, I got a Greek choppa'
Bang on shit like Giannis
Play for the Bucks like Giannis
Gun sing like Rihanna, that's a Man Down
Rum-pa-pum, that's the damn sound
Blicky, i'ma tuck in the holster
Stand-over
Damn, now it's over
I'ma put his ass under
Pack loud like some thunder (Gas-gas)
That shit had a strike bitch like some f*ckin' lightning
I was tryna strike shit like a match, yeah
And i'm with yo' bitch, she eat dick like Ms. Pac (Yeah)
(Like Ms. Pac, yeah)
(She e-uhh, mmm-ahh, yeah)
(She eat dick like Ms. Pac, yeah)
(Pop out the cut, all black, yeah)
Lil5iveten - STRIKE! (Bonus) Lyrics
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Players f*ck up all the time
(Mmm-mm, mmm-mmm-mmm)
(Uh-uh)
(Grrahh, grrahh-grrahh)
Uh (Uh-uhh, uhh-uhhhhh-uh)
Lil5iveten, Lil5iveten
Uh (Uh-uhh, uhh-uhhhhh-uh)
Lil5iveten, Lil5iveten
Im So Slimee
Blicky, i'ma tuck in the holster
Stand-over
Damn, now it's over
I'ma put his ass under
Pack loud like some thunder (Gas-gas)
That shit had a strike bitch like some f*ckin' lightning
I was tryna strike shit like a match, yeah
And i'm with yo' bitch, she eat dick like Ms. Pac (Yeah)
We in the car, no seatbelt but we strapped (Yeah)
You show off, get clapped (Yeah)
Pop out the cut, who that? (Yeah)
Like Saran, it's a wrap (Yeah)
I got the drac' with me shootin' like a Raptor
I really know how to rap, yeah
But I ain't a rapper, i'm a artist
I'ma draw then aim at a target
If I catch one in the market
He tryna run, get hit with the V', i'ma park him
Take off his crown, i'm flawless
It's a victory
Make his ass disappear, he a mystery
That nigga ain't tuff, he a bitch to me
Gun flash, you better not pick with me
Blicky, i'ma tuck in the holster
Stand-over
Damn, now it's over
I'ma put his ass under
Pack loud like some thunder (Gas-gas)
That shit had a strike bitch like some f*ckin' lightning
I was tryna strike shit like a match, yeah
And i'm with yo' bitch, she eat dick like Ms. Pac (Yeah)
She listen to Sexyy Red, i'll take her to Poundtown
Monday night thru Friday night, Raw, she let me Smackdown
Nigga try to run up, grrahh, make him backdown
Drac' in the bag, sprayground
Slam at him, takedown
I'ma spark a eighth, now
F*ck it, spark a pound
Wait, now
Hold up, like a dumbell
I'ma lift it, shoulders
He gettin' chipped like poker
Now, he stretched out like yoga
Bitch, i'm protein like YoGurt
Knock out his brain, i'll leave his shit on the floor
Now, it look like Peach Cobbler
Bitch, I got a Greek choppa'
Bang on shit like Giannis
Play for the Bucks like Giannis
Gun sing like Rihanna, that's a Man Down
Rum-pa-pum, that's the damn sound
Blicky, i'ma tuck in the holster
Stand-over
Damn, now it's over
I'ma put his ass under
Pack loud like some thunder (Gas-gas)
That shit had a strike bitch like some f*ckin' lightning
I was tryna strike shit like a match, yeah
And i'm with yo' bitch, she eat dick like Ms. Pac (Yeah)
(Like Ms. Pac, yeah)
(She e-uhh, mmm-ahh, yeah)
(She eat dick like Ms. Pac, yeah)
(Pop out the cut, all black, yeah)
(Mmm-mm, mmm-mmm-mmm)
(Uh-uh)
(Grrahh, grrahh-grrahh)
Uh (Uh-uhh, uhh-uhhhhh-uh)
Lil5iveten, Lil5iveten
Uh (Uh-uhh, uhh-uhhhhh-uh)
Lil5iveten, Lil5iveten
Im So Slimee
Blicky, i'ma tuck in the holster
Stand-over
Damn, now it's over
I'ma put his ass under
Pack loud like some thunder (Gas-gas)
That shit had a strike bitch like some f*ckin' lightning
I was tryna strike shit like a match, yeah
And i'm with yo' bitch, she eat dick like Ms. Pac (Yeah)
We in the car, no seatbelt but we strapped (Yeah)
You show off, get clapped (Yeah)
Pop out the cut, who that? (Yeah)
Like Saran, it's a wrap (Yeah)
I got the drac' with me shootin' like a Raptor
I really know how to rap, yeah
But I ain't a rapper, i'm a artist
I'ma draw then aim at a target
If I catch one in the market
He tryna run, get hit with the V', i'ma park him
Take off his crown, i'm flawless
It's a victory
Make his ass disappear, he a mystery
That nigga ain't tuff, he a bitch to me
Gun flash, you better not pick with me
Blicky, i'ma tuck in the holster
Stand-over
Damn, now it's over
I'ma put his ass under
Pack loud like some thunder (Gas-gas)
That shit had a strike bitch like some f*ckin' lightning
I was tryna strike shit like a match, yeah
And i'm with yo' bitch, she eat dick like Ms. Pac (Yeah)
She listen to Sexyy Red, i'll take her to Poundtown
Monday night thru Friday night, Raw, she let me Smackdown
Nigga try to run up, grrahh, make him backdown
Drac' in the bag, sprayground
Slam at him, takedown
I'ma spark a eighth, now
F*ck it, spark a pound
Wait, now
Hold up, like a dumbell
I'ma lift it, shoulders
He gettin' chipped like poker
Now, he stretched out like yoga
Bitch, i'm protein like YoGurt
Knock out his brain, i'll leave his shit on the floor
Now, it look like Peach Cobbler
Bitch, I got a Greek choppa'
Bang on shit like Giannis
Play for the Bucks like Giannis
Gun sing like Rihanna, that's a Man Down
Rum-pa-pum, that's the damn sound
Blicky, i'ma tuck in the holster
Stand-over
Damn, now it's over
I'ma put his ass under
Pack loud like some thunder (Gas-gas)
That shit had a strike bitch like some f*ckin' lightning
I was tryna strike shit like a match, yeah
And i'm with yo' bitch, she eat dick like Ms. Pac (Yeah)
(Like Ms. Pac, yeah)
(She e-uhh, mmm-ahh, yeah)
(She eat dick like Ms. Pac, yeah)
(Pop out the cut, all black, yeah)
Writer: Abdullah Bey
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid