Lucky Strike lyrics

[Intro: Babyfxce E]
(Damn, Contra, that's you?)
Yeah
It's with an X, n*gga
We in that mode, n*gga
No, matter fact, we on that one time, yop
Alright
(Damn, Contra, you made this sh*t, boy?)
Striker Gang, Striker Boys, all that sh*t, b*tch (it's with an X, n*gga)
b*tch

[Verse 1: Babyfxce E]
Huh, b*tch, we on that one time
Grab the 19 with the belt, that's that one 9
I'm front line with two sticks on me like this Drumline
Might knock a n*gga out with a verse, b*tch, it's a punchline (b*tch)
The Charger got hips on it, b*tch, catch me out in traffic (Come on)
If I ain't in a wide-body, you might catch me in a Caddy
Beatin' a b*tch down in the back, I told her call me daddy (b*tch)
Made it out, but you can still catch me in the trenches (On God)
We in Lucky Strike with all hoes and they all poppin' titties
Did this independent, so it was different when I copped the pendant (Uh-huh)
The Glocky got a switch on it, bro, it be talkin' Spanish (Brrt)
I had to cool the chop down, he like to talk to strangers
Got into my b*tch, but I ain't meant it, it was out of anger (On God)
Your b*tch be out here eatin' n*ggas, bro, you gotta tame her (She goin')
You hate a ho, I love a ho, bro, why you gotta shame her? (f*ck?)
Chopper eatin' n*ggas up, call him Jeffrey Dame-r
Huh, I mean Jeffrey Dahmer (Yop)
Walkin' with a hundred thousand in my f*ckin' bomber (b*tch)
You tryna make another thousand, I'm tryna make a comma, yeah
Huh, b*tch, it's me, Mike, and 03, bro, we a f*ckin' problem
[Interlude: 03 Greedo]
And I want some commas
Yeah, yeah
I'm the young n*gga with the dollars
Yeah, yeah
Hello, Key, let me, let me just do me, don't stop nothin', Key
Hold up, hahahaha
Ayy
Young Greedy talkin' sh*t again
From the California up to Michigan
In the field and you know I'm finna blitz again
Goin' hard on a b*tch again
Hold on, look, hold— haha
b*tch

[Verse 2: 03 Greedo]
Babyface 03, look like I'm twenty-three
RMC on the mic, I'm really makin' cheese
I put my seed in a dyke, make that ho a freak
I put a P on the knife, now she half a freak
That's a half a pill, you know how I feel
I do a drill and disappear like I'm Lauryn Hill
Like Drummer Gang the Fugees and I'm with a few G's
Last night, I caught a DUI, now I'm pourin' seal
Naw, for real, naw, for real
Passin' on a bad b*tch, tell the b*tch, "Excuse me"
Singin' to a savage, "Favorite Song" from Toosii
I'm the first one to swipe, goin' harder than y'all
Girlfriend missin', put her on cartons tonight
Party's in the good neighborhood, we gon' party tonight
All these good drugs finna f*ck up your organs at night
Got it out the mud like I'm livin' that Oregon life
n*ggas better duck like I'm livin' that Oregon life
I got plenty small soldiers like they be with the Gorgonites
[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
Forgiatos came offset like I'm with Cardi tonight
Celebrate my n*gga birthday, let's have a party tonight
Gettin' sucked up in the bathroom before I board the flight
Bulldog, servin' everything, it's a Georgia night
A n*gga said he sold bricks, that's a cap life
Got two hoes fightin' over di*k, that's a catfight
Hood n*gga cashin' out on jewelery, call that black ice
I was told you can make it out if you stack right
I got the hood turnt liver than two parties
Forgiatos came offset like I knew Cardi
I came all black diamonds, this a new Carti'
Boosie got them b*tches butt-naked, it's a cool party
Okay, I spent a couple bands, but I'm a Flint n*gga
Showed her some sh*t she never seen like the Big Dipper
Told bro hand over the bag, I'm a quick flipper
She gon' wanna f*ck me after dinner, I'm a big tipper
Shout out to the rap game, I made like six figures
I cannot f*ck you for that long, I'm a big n*gga
We was wrappin' bricks in the basement like I'm Big Tigger
The house I'm tryna relocate to cost six figures
n*ggas thinkin' small-minded, where the big picture?
b*tch gon' fall in love with me 'cause I'm a big spender
f*ck around, make her catch the flu 'cause I'm a sick n*gga
Okay, I f*ck with Fifth Ward, but I'm a 6 n*gga
[Verse 4: DC2Trill]
Still up on that Royal Rumble sh*t, but I got money now (Crete)
I'll drop a hundred in his town, n*gga, shut it down (Promise)
Delta said my bag overweight by like fifteen pounds (Overweight, shawty)
I got weed like Meet the Millers, my red be brown
Shawty always judge, leave me alone, I need my space like Tom
I'm in the cut doin' lines like a f*ckin' blonde
The only difference is she snort it and I'm pourin' mine
That n*gga tried to rob a n*gga, he had to abort the mission
I'm in a mansion pourin' lean, this sh*t got three kitchens (I'm pourin')
He a broke mad fan, n*gga, it ain't no tension
I'm the Crete general, baby, gotta recognize
What's in my styrofoam thick just like her thighs

[Outro: DC2Trill]
Let me get one more set of adlibs