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Jace Iayze - Striked The Scat Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, go, go (Ayy, brr, brr)
Go, go, go, brr, brr, brr (Real Murda Worth shit)
Ayy, bitch, how I'm comin', how I'm rockin'
Go, I'm turnt up, turnt up, ayy

[Chorus]
Flyin', lil' bro striked the Scat
Ridin', shells make his ass get back
Slidin', we on his head like a tack
Micro Drac' so that bitch fit in a bookbag
It's so much money, she like how I took that
Fillet Mignon, we upped that iron and cooked his ass
Ridin' with a brand new chop'
Ninety-percent, that bitch stolen
At the A.T.M, took out a knot
How you flex five racks? That's bogus
Have 'em screamin' out, "Ah, he shot"
And that five-point-seven the coldest
She try to call me Jace!, do a hit, then it's Jason, it's Friday the 13th
Get too much money, I keep movin' crib to crib, they talkin' 'bout murkin' me

[Verse]
Say she love me until she desertin' me
Send 'em up, send that boy up to Mercury
And that bitch she keep lyin' like perjury
I won't cuff but I might let 'er flirt with me
We then striked the Scat', this Trackhawk back
Police get on us, desert the bitch
Ain't no hard feelings when niggas talk smack, we gon' solve it by tryna hurt the bitch
Don't give a fuck 'bout a image
And that choppa on me it diminish niggas
Bro really got used to spinnin'
That A.R. do magic, it's cursin' niggas
Shoot him and don't take it personal
I might go buy my bitch a lil' purse or two
Get high with the bitch, take a Perc' or two
You could pay me in cash, preferable
[Chorus]
Flyin', lil' bro striked the Scat
Ridin', shells make his ass get back
Slidin', we on his head like a tack
Micro Drac' so that bitch fit in a bookbag
It's so much money, she like how I took that
Fillet Mignon, we upped that iron and cooked his ass
Ridin' with a brand new chop'
Ninety-percent, that bitch stolen
At the A.T.M, took out a knot
How you flex five racks? That's bogus
Have 'em screamin' out, "Ah, he shot"
And that five-point-seven the coldest
She try to call me Jace!, do a hit, then it's Jason, it's Friday the 13th
Get too much money, I keep movin' crib to crib, they talkin' 'bout murkin' me