CayBenji - Striker Lyrics

Twenty, Twenty Four scat pack that's a striker told lil bro be careful when he whip that
I can't have lil broski sitting down when I make millions
I rather have em out here with me than take care his children, that sound f*cked up
New gen, new glock super tucked uh
Tell you my feelings like you would ever give a f*ck huh
Don't try and spin back when my pockets Mrs. Puff huh
All my old hoes spinning back, y'all out of luck huh
Project baby the way he shoot the drac, that shit got kickback
Cut her off and all her access to me, that's my lick back
I pass bro a swipe, he punch it in and watch that shit smack
For all that, could've texted me on the gram if you wanted to chit chat
I'm still shook about my dawg
I aint shake back since
I heard broski gotta play for me, broski lock me in
He came home and changed his ways a bit, he more discipline
This lil hoe said i'm her favorite, I aint text back since
I been chasing hella cash, hella racks up in the safe
I gave nigga hella passes when they played right in my face
Pockets full of dead presidents like I run untied states
Anxiety high like its too late, I roll a L to ease my pain
I tried to love a girl that shit aint work my heart attached now
I took a step back, cause I love hard, shit I might crash out
I seen a bitch give duck eyes when broski pulled them racks out
Bro been spinning blocks all day I can't tell bro to snap out
Aw shit, I caught myself popping my shit again
Got that nigga from round me, he wasn't worried about no Benjamin's
Shit I'm at that age where I don't give a f*ck if we be friends again
Shit I love the bros, I'd really hate if we fell out over some stupid shit
I got love scars I need open heart surgery
My trust so f*cked up, I dob't think therapy saving me
We swerving on the E-way, me and bro do bean a piece
Give the key up to my feelings, can you treat em carefully

Twenty, Twenty Four scat pack that's a striker told lil bro be careful when he whip that
I can't have lil broski sitting down when I make millions
I rather have em out here with me than take care his children, that sound f*cked up
New gen, new glock super tucked uh
Tell you my feelings like you would ever give a f*ck huh
Don't try and spin back when my pockets mrs. puff huh
All my old hoes spinning back, y'all out of luck huh
Project baby the way he shoot the drac, that shit got kickback
Cut her off and all her access to me, that's my lick back
I pass bro a swipe, he punch it in and watch that shit smack
For all that, could've texted me on the gram if you wanted to chit chat