Huh
Go ahead, strike out, go ahead, strike out
Go ahead, strike out, go ahead, strike out
Go ahead, strike out, go ahead, strike out
Go ahead, strike out, go ahead, strike out
Huh, run up the bag
Run up the cash, strike out on they ass, ha (woah)
I got a red bitch pouring up purple stuff
Call up Dave Blunts fat ass to give me some double cups
I told that bitch to get in the huttle, I told that bitch to huddle up
I told that bitch stay out of my bubble, I told that bitch don't come near us
Mini Draco and it came with some trouble, .556 (fah, fah, fah)
Dead zone bitch and I'm repping the five
Red zone, bitch, leave you dead, I'm a Don
Go ahead, strike out, go ahead, strike out
Go ahead, strike out, go ahead, strike out
Go ahead, strike out, go ahead, strike out
Go ahead, strike out, go ahead, strike out
Strike out, strike out
Strike out, strike out
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Huh
Go ahead, strike out, go ahead, strike out
Go ahead, strike out, go ahead, strike out
Go ahead, strike out, go ahead, strike out
Go ahead, strike out, go ahead, strike out
Huh, run up the bag
Run up the cash, strike out on they ass, ha (woah)
I got a red bitch pouring up purple stuff
Call up Dave Blunts fat ass to give me some double cups
I told that bitch to get in the huttle, I told that bitch to huddle up
I told that bitch stay out of my bubble, I told that bitch don't come near us
Mini Draco and it came with some trouble, .556 (fah, fah, fah)
Dead zone bitch and I'm repping the five
Red zone, bitch, leave you dead, I'm a Don
Go ahead, strike out, go ahead, strike out
Go ahead, strike out, go ahead, strike out
Go ahead, strike out, go ahead, strike out
Go ahead, strike out, go ahead, strike out
Strike out, strike out
Strike out, strike out
Go ahead, strike out, go ahead, strike out
Go ahead, strike out, go ahead, strike out
Go ahead, strike out, go ahead, strike out
Go ahead, strike out, go ahead, strike out
Huh, run up the bag
Run up the cash, strike out on they ass, ha (woah)
I got a red bitch pouring up purple stuff
Call up Dave Blunts fat ass to give me some double cups
I told that bitch to get in the huttle, I told that bitch to huddle up
I told that bitch stay out of my bubble, I told that bitch don't come near us
Mini Draco and it came with some trouble, .556 (fah, fah, fah)
Dead zone bitch and I'm repping the five
Red zone, bitch, leave you dead, I'm a Don
Go ahead, strike out, go ahead, strike out
Go ahead, strike out, go ahead, strike out
Go ahead, strike out, go ahead, strike out
Go ahead, strike out, go ahead, strike out
Strike out, strike out
Strike out, strike out
Writer: Michael Lamar White IV
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group