Kferg500 - REAL STRIKER Lyrics

10 hoes hit 10, I'm a real striker
You believe in what she sayin, she a good liar
Burn the store down with a punch, all my shit fire
Codeine, I can get it when I want, I'm a script writer
Niggas so broke, think he wanna stay that way
The jeans Rick O, but the jacket's still Bathing Ape
I'm tryna OD off the drank bitch I'm finna pour a eight today
Bitch love me down, so she said, I'm gettin' ate today
Power play called, so we finna get some cake today
I'm playin' dumb with the hoe, bitch, I don't know your name today
Your boss called you in brother, you don't get a break today
Caught a nigga in the field, he got picked, that's a takeaway
Dumb nigga that's a f*ckin' interception
Seen him then he turned around, made him change his whole direction
I'm servin' shit just like Tariq, but I don't got no course correction
Niggas did some shit this week and thought it's done, we ain't forget it
Ain't no timing on no get back I can't really wait
FN don't got no kickback, but shoot just like a Drac
Thick shit, but the waist little, praying that it shake
Nobody know your bitch ass, nigga, why you think you Drake?
You think it's 20v1, it's just me
You get X'd out for that bitch shit you tweet
I love all my bitches, when my birthday come, I'm Glee
You don't got no bitches, when your birthday come, no gifts
They should call me Ross every time I'm comin' Rick
They should call you Ross, that's where you buy all your shit
They should call me Pops, the way I be poppin' shit
I could be your pops, but no I can't cause you a bitch