Young Scooter – Last Strike lyrics

[Intro]
Trap house on the, trap house on the track
Trap nigga
Yeah, trap nigga, yeah, trap nigga

[Hook]
My lawyer called I’m on my last strike
Two time convicted felon don’t need a third strike
My phone ringing nigga sum’n ain’t right
It’s 5am and he said he need like five bricks at once
Fifty bags a day that’s what the trap bring
Push that count music nigga you can trap three
But just don’t let the streets trap you
Just don’t let the streets trap you

[Verse1]
I’ve been tweaking on my lawyer he been calling crazy
I on’ even trust that nigga he might try to play me
These niggas how I know they gon’ be the first ‘tray me
I got the street recipe all my haters ‘bey me
Fifty thou a day that’s what the trap bring
For nigga some days I make a hundred - two thousand
Put the streets on curfew
Young Scooter make that music you can work to
Yeah I trap and rap, trap wrap bricks
You can’t trust these broke hoes bitches ain’t shit
I’m on my third strike, still taking chances
My lawyer say tell him the truth I say what games you playing

[Hook]
My lawyer called I’m on my last strike
Two time convicted felon don’t need a third strike
My phone ringing nigga sum’n ain’t right
It’s 5am and he said he need five bricks at once
Fifty bags a day that’s what the trap bring
Push that count music nigga you can trap three
But just don’t let the streets trap you
Just don’t let the streets trap you

[Verse2]
It’s 5 in the morning 50 missed calls
[?] he bout to hit the road and take all
I got chickens but this nigga tryna buy some dog
I ain’t tripping catch em instant then I brush em off
A thousand dollars a week that’s what your trap be
Pay attention nigga I can’t help you
Yeah I was hurting when I flexed you
Close the curtains I’on wanna see no prostitute
In Mexico CIty you gon’ shop with who?
Young Scooter put a brick on every block or two
Word on the street you snitchin, I don’t rock with you
Yeah I do straight business if I fuck with you

[Hook]
My lawyer called I’m on my last strike
Two time convicted felon don’t need a third strike
My phone ringing nigga sum’n ain’t right
It’s 5am and he said he need five bricks at once
Fifty bags a day that’s what the trap bring
Push that count music nigga you can trap three
But just don’t let the streets trap you
Just don’t let the streets trap you

[Verse3]
I’m out here working couldn’t care less what no cracker thinks
Big on the real, I can afford another cake
I just came from down the road, ain’t tryna go back
But is sum’n bout them and that rack
Vacuum unpacked, busting them dead
Carrying that posted, living on the edge
I wanna quit but these streets like a part of me
They taught me right from wrong, show me how to eat
I got my lawyer on speed dial and paid up
So I’m in the spot working for a million plus
We just need to tell em g ‘head send the truck
I’m a bust em down, go ‘head bag em up

[Hook]
My lawyer called I’m on my last strike
Two time convicted felon don’t need a third strike
My phone ringing nigga sum’n ain’t right
It’s 5am and he said he need five bricks at once
Fifty bags a day that’s what the trap bring
Push that count music nigga you can trap three
But just don’t let the streets trap you
Just don’t let the streets trap you