Depth Strida - Not Dead Just Fed Up - Lyrics, Similar artists

Kishore Kumar Hits — Depth Strida - Not Dead Just Fed Up lyrics

Artist: Depth Strida

album: Not Dead Just Fed Up

Smoking on a fat blunt
Gorillafinga backwood
See me in the back of a car
Bitch, I'm handcuffed
Kiraw 'boutta pull up in an armored SUV, bitch
Drive-by on the police car and now we 'boutta flee, bitch
Stacking bricks in-out truck, ay
We be playing Tetris
She comment on my Instagram in Russian that I'm precious
Let's go
Shit got mad bounce
Call me mando
Raid yo motherfucking bando
Bitch, I stay low
Fly a Pave Low
Let it rain, hoe
Down your motherfucking block
It's two step on yo Eastpak
Bitch, I hit flows
That you never had
Bitch, I fuckin pull up
You get traumatized
Got a bad bitch
She be supersize, aye
Watch me pull up whip is Matt Black
Chrome for about 10 racks
Kiraw Strida gang flex
My flow like the tempest
Bitch, my drops be too rare now
Spooky like a scarecrow
When I shut yo damn mouth
You look like a scared clown
Bitch, my foreign drop top
Chopsticks and I wok-wok
Bitch, I Strida walk-walk
Your songs fucking flop, ah
Screaming "oh my god", ah
On my way to top, ah
You can't fuckin catch me
'Cause I practice Strida run, ah
Bitch, you's not a bad boy
Lookin' like a cracked toy
Loading up my weapons
Call the troops and we re-deploy
We be on a big mission
You's at the lake—fishin'
When I'm running out the jungle
All I hear is snakes hissin'

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