Striker Skrilla

[Intro]
(Mobleyyy)
Ah ah, ah ah
Yeah, it's me
Ah ah, ah ah

[Chorus]
Maison Margiela drippin' when I'm in the striker (Margiela)
I put Yori denim fabrics on her 'cause I like her (Damn)
I keep Glocky by my side, no, I am not a fighter (Damn)
I keep poppin' Percocets, I'm just tryna get lil higher
I put VV's on my wrist and I put CC on my bitch
And I put belt to ass, niggas think that they can hop out blick (Oh, my God)
Bitch, I'm bippin' in the striker, I feel like I'm Tony (In the striker)
Twelve try pull over a nigga then I'm getting boney (Skrrt)

[Verse]
Brodie caught on camera red headed 3D on Sony (Damn)
DT's pulled him out, he told, no he is not my homie (Oh my God)
Yeah we caught him down bad and wet him on his lonely (Come here)
That's why we smoking... that body need a phony (Get him, get him)
Brodie park the whip up, let me hop out I'm goin' shoot him (Park the whip up)
You link 'cause he was a shoota, so you a recruiter (What the fuck?)
Bitch, we smokin' yadamean, ya we had to do 'em (Yadamean)
Niggas think I ain't no killer 'cause the way I'm bippin
Niggas thought I was a pussy 'cause the shit I'm drippin' (What the fuck?)
Niggas thought this was a Johnny, nigga, you was trippin' (Trippin')
Maybe 'cause the way I'm whippin', Track Hawk growl and spittin'
Engine (Grr, grr, grr), that shit started trippin' (Uh... damn)