[Intro]
(Striker Radio)
(SJ, ha)
(You are now listening to twentythree)
Yeah, woah, uhh, woah, damn
Uhh, oh yeah
Coming through every hood
Damn (I’ma blow—)
[Chrous]
I’ma blow up they street, man, I'm really a menace
Imma clear out the scene and I ain't leavin’ no witness
Anybody could get it nobody exempt
Lil Gill got hoes, bro really a pimp
Tryna line shit up give ‘em more than a temp
Man, high-school was sweet everybody got skimped
Just rerocked the drank, man, that nigga a birdie
When the pack touch down, bitch, we start getting sturdy
Man, I stay with my gun, man, I never could 'lax
Spot a opp from a far, who that in the back?
He an internet nigga he ain't gimmie no pass
Man, trick or treat shit, I’ma bear with no mask
[Verse]
Man, speak on the guys I'm sending the missile
When I'm out with my mother I'm toting my pistol
Play thing one time, best believe I’ma get you
Bro put shit on skates but he barred from Christmas
I dont know what to say but it’s fuck all the opps
Salute to my bro, he just caught him a lock
Man, a opp got smoked so that mean he got popped
Man, its time for a party
I caught me some Tris’, bro caught him some Wock
Man, ARP on me, I’m torchin’ that Glock
Wrong time, right place, I’ma dirty my crocs
I’m the man with the drank, young nigga, come shop
Woah, uh, woah (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
I’ma blow– I’ma blow up they street, man, I'm really a menace
Imma clear out the scene and I ain't leavin’ no witness
Anybody could get it nobody exempt
Lil Gill got hoes, bro really a pimp
Tryna line shit up give ‘em more than a temp
Man, high-school was sweet everybody got skimped
Just rerocked the drank, man, that nigga a birdie
When the pack touch down, bitch, we start getting sturdy
Man, I stay with my gun, man, I never could 'lax
Spot a opp from a far, who that in the back?
He an internet nigga he ain't gimmie no pass
(Man, trick or treat shit, I’ma bear with no mask)
[Bridge]
Uh, uh, oh yeah
(Man, trick or treat shit, I’ma bear with no mask)
Woah, woah, woah
What I tell you S’?
Oh, oh, oh
Damn, oh, oh, oh
[Chorus]
I’ma blow up– I’ma blow up they street, man, I'm really a menace
Imma clear out the scene and I ain't leavin’ no witness
Anybody could get it nobody exempt
Lil Gill got hoes, bro really a pimp
Tryna line shit up give ‘em more than a temp
Man, high-school was sweet everybody got skimped
Just rerocked the drank, man, that nigga a birdie
When the pack touch down, bitch, we start getting sturdy
[Outro]
(Striker Radio)
Uh, uh, oh yeah
Slime, slime-slime-slime
Everybody in high-school was gettin’ skimped
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