Man this Drake won't retire, we in ZL1 strikers
Nigga I be outside for real I'm not gon lie I don't like typing
On yo pack I was higher, I need 25 lighters
Gang, laying outside yo shit them niggas pulling all nighters
Back in the day for we had Dracs shit we had Yugoslavian choppas
Ain't no way we ain't hit that nigga same day the nigga dropped my podna
Nigga ain't leaving off yo street until they spot em hop out got em
Nigga gon whatever walking, they can hang cause they be hella cautious
Niggas die when all we see is red, can you eat this lead
He got popped all in his shit for all that talking out his head
Knowing in person that shit won't get said, we putting shit up for owing bread
You was beating all on that bitch I kept it stiff I was giving that hoe that yea
When the shit wasn't going my way nigga I was broad day outside tryna catch me a face
Saying you out the way ain't never enough it's never gon be safe
I bend up old srt8, my Mexican podna passenger 80 rounds up in that dirty K
It's a problem, bitch I been with all that drama
It's insane, damn near every time we shoot it's a body
It's a shame, what yo bitch down to do for these dollars
Nigga we know even master p was making songs wasn't even bout it
Nigga you must don't know, must ain't been told this shit cut through houses
Man this Drake won't retire, we in ZL1 strikers
Nigga I be outside for real I'm not gon lie I don't like typing
On yo pack I was higher, I need 25 lighters
Gang, laying outside yo shit them niggas pulling all nighters
Either she gon give me money or she lame and I don't like her
It's a kitty on this bitch lil hoe this not a normal Chrysler
Nigga you knowing I blow that torch I'm tryna burn who playing with fire
I f*cked Edward bitch and Rylo bitch but Edward still was wifing
Put my day one in a coffin you know niggas never righteous
Do you know how that shit feel to count up 80 had you tried it
Shit I blessed the hoe i probably did I showed the hoe all kinda shit
If she my work you gotta tip, that messy shit what got him zipped
Shot him in the face because these bitch ass niggas not yo friends
Nigga just won't die on his third time he just got popped again
Man this Drake won't retire, we in ZL1 strikers
Nigga I be outside for real I'm not gon lie I don't
Man this Drac blow that fire, this a ZL1 Striker
He got tapped with 5.56 but he still here that nigga a fighter
On yo pack I was higher, I need 25 lighters
Gang, laying outside yo shit them niggas pulling all nighters
Lil Juvi - ZL1 Strikers Lyrics
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Man this Drake won't retire, we in ZL1 strikers
Nigga I be outside for real I'm not gon lie I don't like typing
On yo pack I was higher, I need 25 lighters
Gang, laying outside yo shit them niggas pulling all nighters
Back in the day for we had Dracs shit we had Yugoslavian choppas
Ain't no way we ain't hit that nigga same day the nigga dropped my podna
Nigga ain't leaving off yo street until they spot em hop out got em
Nigga gon whatever walking, they can hang cause they be hella cautious
Niggas die when all we see is red, can you eat this lead
He got popped all in his shit for all that talking out his head
Knowing in person that shit won't get said, we putting shit up for owing bread
You was beating all on that bitch I kept it stiff I was giving that hoe that yea
When the shit wasn't going my way nigga I was broad day outside tryna catch me a face
Saying you out the way ain't never enough it's never gon be safe
I bend up old srt8, my Mexican podna passenger 80 rounds up in that dirty K
It's a problem, bitch I been with all that drama
It's insane, damn near every time we shoot it's a body
It's a shame, what yo bitch down to do for these dollars
Nigga we know even master p was making songs wasn't even bout it
Nigga you must don't know, must ain't been told this shit cut through houses
Man this Drake won't retire, we in ZL1 strikers
Nigga I be outside for real I'm not gon lie I don't like typing
On yo pack I was higher, I need 25 lighters
Gang, laying outside yo shit them niggas pulling all nighters
Either she gon give me money or she lame and I don't like her
It's a kitty on this bitch lil hoe this not a normal Chrysler
Nigga you knowing I blow that torch I'm tryna burn who playing with fire
I f*cked Edward bitch and Rylo bitch but Edward still was wifing
Put my day one in a coffin you know niggas never righteous
Do you know how that shit feel to count up 80 had you tried it
Shit I blessed the hoe i probably did I showed the hoe all kinda shit
If she my work you gotta tip, that messy shit what got him zipped
Shot him in the face because these bitch ass niggas not yo friends
Nigga just won't die on his third time he just got popped again
Man this Drake won't retire, we in ZL1 strikers
Nigga I be outside for real I'm not gon lie I don't
Man this Drac blow that fire, this a ZL1 Striker
He got tapped with 5.56 but he still here that nigga a fighter
On yo pack I was higher, I need 25 lighters
Gang, laying outside yo shit them niggas pulling all nighters
Nigga I be outside for real I'm not gon lie I don't like typing
On yo pack I was higher, I need 25 lighters
Gang, laying outside yo shit them niggas pulling all nighters
Back in the day for we had Dracs shit we had Yugoslavian choppas
Ain't no way we ain't hit that nigga same day the nigga dropped my podna
Nigga ain't leaving off yo street until they spot em hop out got em
Nigga gon whatever walking, they can hang cause they be hella cautious
Niggas die when all we see is red, can you eat this lead
He got popped all in his shit for all that talking out his head
Knowing in person that shit won't get said, we putting shit up for owing bread
You was beating all on that bitch I kept it stiff I was giving that hoe that yea
When the shit wasn't going my way nigga I was broad day outside tryna catch me a face
Saying you out the way ain't never enough it's never gon be safe
I bend up old srt8, my Mexican podna passenger 80 rounds up in that dirty K
It's a problem, bitch I been with all that drama
It's insane, damn near every time we shoot it's a body
It's a shame, what yo bitch down to do for these dollars
Nigga we know even master p was making songs wasn't even bout it
Nigga you must don't know, must ain't been told this shit cut through houses
Man this Drake won't retire, we in ZL1 strikers
Nigga I be outside for real I'm not gon lie I don't like typing
On yo pack I was higher, I need 25 lighters
Gang, laying outside yo shit them niggas pulling all nighters
Either she gon give me money or she lame and I don't like her
It's a kitty on this bitch lil hoe this not a normal Chrysler
Nigga you knowing I blow that torch I'm tryna burn who playing with fire
I f*cked Edward bitch and Rylo bitch but Edward still was wifing
Put my day one in a coffin you know niggas never righteous
Do you know how that shit feel to count up 80 had you tried it
Shit I blessed the hoe i probably did I showed the hoe all kinda shit
If she my work you gotta tip, that messy shit what got him zipped
Shot him in the face because these bitch ass niggas not yo friends
Nigga just won't die on his third time he just got popped again
Man this Drake won't retire, we in ZL1 strikers
Nigga I be outside for real I'm not gon lie I don't
Man this Drac blow that fire, this a ZL1 Striker
He got tapped with 5.56 but he still here that nigga a fighter
On yo pack I was higher, I need 25 lighters
Gang, laying outside yo shit them niggas pulling all nighters
Writer: Justin Thompkins
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